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The deepest ebony black
And the purest snow white
The tenderest touch on the keys
Sends chills running down my spine
And melodies rumbling deep from my throat
I love it when you make me beautiful
Dressing me up with your words and your music
I weep your absence
And long for your return to my stool
Without you I collect cobwebs
And with you I become much more

» Posted By Pax On 09.23.2013 @ 7:53 pm


The lingering absence on your tongue
The cracking and bleeding of your chapped lips
The want, no, the need, for something to satiate you

» Posted By Pax On 09.16.2013 @ 7:32 pm


You keep calling yourself a vampire
Up all night, sleep all day
And your hands are so cold
You touch me with your vampire hands
I freeze, I freeze
Your delicate lips, crimson lust for a kiss
You and I could make history baby
Write about me like Dracula
Sing about me like Vampire Weekend
Love me for eternity, oh,
Suck me dry ’till I can’t bleed

» Posted By Pax On 09.02.2013 @ 6:58 pm


A large blue bruise welted up on his skin
The reminder of last night’s events start playing again
Slick with sweat from head to toe
Both bodies caught in passion’s throe
Lights turned off so you can’t see
Cries of wondrous ecstasy
Music blaring
Clothes are tearing
His head is spinning
No longer grinning
He’s filled with lust and greed
He takes what he wants
She’s done with this deed
A violent hit
He’s s

» Posted By Pax On 09.01.2013 @ 8:02 pm


To infinity, and beyond
So many dreams wrapped up in one statement
Childish thoughts and grown up hopes
I may never make it to outer space but lying here with you right now
I’ve made it to my infinity
And you’ve taken me beyond any place I’d ever hope to reach

» Posted By Pax On 08.18.2013 @ 8:20 pm


The rusty silo out on the slope of the green hill
So desolate,

» Posted By Pax On 08.17.2013 @ 10:20 am


The indecisions
Whirling around in my brain
Do I really love you
Or have I gone insane?
Your voice, it stays in my mind
It makes my heart beat quick
But when you say “You’re lovely” to me
It makes my head feel sick

» Posted By Pax On 08.17.2013 @ 8:57 pm



» Posted By Pax On 08.24.2013 @ 8:57 pm

The footage of the man in the demented mask
Crawling acrosd the floor on his hands and feet
Pushing the two blades into the woman’s neck as she screams
He presses them in
And blood is pouring out
And she’s dying,
She’s dead
It’s burned into my brain
It’s driving me insane

» Posted By Pax On 08.24.2013 @ 7:41 pm


another place to be
another time to be a pendandict shit in front of the whole human race
lights and color and all that silly jazz you call news
another excuse to burn this world and start
over again.

» Posted By pax On 12.09.2012 @ 8:21 am


mickey. awesome. fireplace. just one more event Rose, before it caves in. Also, the way my gaslight lantern makes its wick. Delicate, crucial, and amazing.

» Posted By Pax On 08.24.2008 @ 8:30 pm


Guilty for being girly. For being a lesbomatic, lesbotronic guilty girl. Cuff me, impound me and throw away the key. I’m all yours baby.

» Posted By Pax On 06.03.2008 @ 5:45 am


the slender neck reminded me of a reed, swaying the way it did; there was something beyond grace, there. White, feathered, supple as a dancer’s limber body, even in the downward stab that ended a scaled life. they’re supposed to be good luck. you should’ve seen it.

» Posted By Pax On 12.04.2009 @ 8:41 am


There was a quiet tension to the air, from the empty skies to the well-trod earth. The uniforms were in every imaginable color, oddly including the ones that didn’t make sense; there was a hum, among most of them, like an audible echo of the tension where different factions met.

» Posted By Pax On 12.03.2009 @ 7:08 pm


he threw back his long, light, silky hair, grinning facetiously at her. “yeah, of course I’ll take it.”

she slapped him in the face and walked out.

“i’d rather have someone less likely to try date rape.”

» Posted By Pax On 12.11.2009 @ 4:03 pm


no i dont want to talk about an orcihid flower its not nice nonono fun not at all this game sucks why am i still typing i dont know

» Posted By pax On 10.07.2009 @ 5:26 pm


It’s a stone, falling out of sight on the bride, that special symbol you’ve carried for so long it hurts to think about. It’s her eyes, the memory fading them so you barely remember that perfect shade of hazel-brown anymore. It’s the game you wanted to win so bad you hurt someone else in the effort, standing on the sidelines watching the victory play through. It is the source, the beginning, the end.

» Posted By Pax On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am

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