Pushing Up Daisies

my path is waved by the vibrations of geometric violas and violins constructing a staircase down the spiral cochlea tube of my fateful infinity an eustachian descent into the mouth of madness that is dancing on the edge of...

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Ground Control To Major Tom

Mayday, Mayday. It’s me. Red striped telephone can in one hand and a picture of you in my dreams Laughing and playing in the kitchen while we cook the memories that never were taking over me Ground control to major tom. 5...

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Happy Dust, By Aleister Crowley

I have trouble finding this poem and remembering the name of it. I simply wanted to document it here as it’s one of my favorites. Snow that fallest from heaven, bear me aloft on thy wings To the domes of the star-girdled...

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Memories I Made With Him

I like him Because I made memories with him A patchwork quilt of lust and wonder Stitched together like tales from brothers grim I made memories with him. Hid them in my cornea asunder But he wants to forget them write me off as...

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Lucifer, Prince of Light

Perhaps you wonder why I become so entrapped within your gaze. Stupefied, I am. Your beauty is a sight from which I cannot look away. From the moment you took my hand, is where our adventure begins. And I try to catalog every...

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Dracula’s Haze

Tell me a story, sweet morning dove, my love her fragile heart was heard to say, glub dub a spark arose amid those archived ashes where light grew faded, no need for matches A result of some magick and rose colored glasses...

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His Name Is Delectable

his name is delectable Respectable and Kind the Ringmaster directing the circus in my mind his softness is collectable I pray upon his shrine crooked halo on an angel, with the depth of red wine unfolding all that’s...

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Incantation To Summon My Lover

I have to see my king! His pictures are under my mattress just waiting to steal my soul. I love him so much. I give him my time, the best parts of me and more. It belongs to him, for him, so that I might be his dream come true,...

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Patience Little Birdie

“Are you bored with me?” she says’s looking onto him with puppy dog eyes. His back is turned to her while he sits at his desk attentively working on his book. No answer comes from him as he’s entrapped in...

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Shy Boy In My Sights

I saw you, in the back of the room, keeping your distance from me. You know who you are. You know who I am. Sitting back there with clammy hands. Staring at me from behind. Coming up in your head with all kinds of ways to...

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M.L. Amora

M.L. Amora
Author of Dark Romance