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My love for you is like a Victorian fog
through which my hopes, like prostitutes,
wander, unsheathed against the night,
afraid of meeting your confessional knives.
through which my hopes, like prostitutes,
wander, unsheathed against the night,
afraid of meeting your confessional knives.
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Literature
this is goodbye
once upon a time, i was broken
i hurt so badly that i had to make
others hurt as well
and i had to make myself hurt even worse
i was scared to live and scared of life
and scar(r)ed beyond belief
i hated the heart that beat within
my fragile chest
fluttering beneath
my heaving breast
my heart, oh,
all it wanted was a chance at life
and it knew that all i wanted
was a chance to die
and so it tried to run away
it panicked and tried to flee
but i swallowed a little
blue green yellow pill
step by step by step
until it stopped, stooped
beneath the weight of the world
and the weight of my wings
after the end, i started to recover
i laughed and
Literature
Never Forgotten
You are pushing...
Trying to erase...
But you refuse to wipe away those words that rest gentle on the lines.
You can't do it.
They are written in pen.
You won't rip the well designed paper either.
You will have to paint over those honest words.
You will always know that underneath those vibrant colours lies a hidden script.
A secret code that whispers in your sleep.
You have become a spy.
Undercover, in your own world.
What are you searching for?
Is it your treasure which you have tucked away?
Hopefully you will find that which you have intentionally lost,
And at its appearance,
You will forget the tears you shed,
And once again remember
Literature
Sailor's Shanty
Haul the line, hoist the cargo.
Haul the line, hoist the cargo.
Off the distant shores we row
I kissed me love goodbye.
"Wipe away the tears from yer eye.
I'll be back my dear, so swears I!"
Way anchor me hearty's, Ho!
Way anchor me hearty's, Ho!
Off ta distant shores we go.
Upon the peer my love waves to me,
Promise she does to wait for thee,
pray she does fer a swift journey
Tack the sails and catch the breeze
Tack the sails and catch the breeze
Bound we on this open journey.
Bound we are fer the Seven Seas!
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Wow! I have been reading on the subject of Jack the Ripper since 1974. I have never seen a poem quite like this. Its unique perspective and metaphors are almost indescribable. Bravo!