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Sweetness coiled 'round the stalk as if nutured there And the sung soul cries out from the thorned lashes. These poems we sing along the lines of despair are left without meaning. Do we have
Despair by AstridBRune
Cleanse me, cheat me. Cheat me and beat me. Words are pretty but do nothing, Even if to me you sound wonderful. Even if they make you beautiful. Even if they make me happy. Words are pretty
Meaningless Words by AstridBRune
Swift approach me, beast. Take this heart and flesh, Feast upon meat and emotion. Spill lifeblood out and over your talons, the makers of love. And my grave will tell a story of romance with
Beast by AstridBRune
Vines wrapped around limbs, Branches that once were strong, Twigs that once held their own. Leaves fill the hole, Holding residence in that gaping source of truth, Hiding it from sight. Bark
Tree Speech by AstridBRune
Skin hot burning all over and over Seeming to go on forever, extending out over onto the sheets, Down onto the floor, Up onto the walls. This is need.
Need by AstridBRune
One tap two taps Flesh on flesh Pink and red Purple and black and blue One hit two hits Cries meet silence Tears stream flushed Pink and red
Colors by AstridBRune
There is no light No speaking. All is sensation and if it were a drug, I would be a junkie. Give me my fix.
Junkie by AstridBRune
Warm hot cold hot Melted splendor touches skin. Warm hot cold hot Solid waters becomes liquid in time And the silk will only hold for so long As the thorns meet warm hot Cold hot.
WarmCold by AstridBRune
Bound soft and keep them at bay, The willow twists and turns, Wind beating strong upon tortured bark. Commanded silent by nature, It revels in its quiet life ruled by The natural guidelines.
Willow Limbs by AstridBRune
Tongue the wounds, Fresh and bleeding. Warm flesh against inflamed skin, Lips brush and become covered By lifeblood so sweet. Loveblood. Can those others understand? Do they relate? Without
Loveblood by AstridBRune
I feel you in the dark When you're not here And all goes quiet. Finger tips touch that nonexistent skin and My breaths are heard in this deafening silence. I swear I hear yours, too. I touch
Silent Fantasy by AstridBRune
Fangs pierce flesh and copper fluid flows in, Arms tight around and hold close, bodies crushed together. Tongue pushes against the wounds, Thick life water swallowed in long, slow gulps. And
Blood Donor by AstridBRune
Stop. What are you thinking? It's useless; Hiding from me is useless. I see the loves, the glances And I hear the hidden tones. Stop. What are you doing? Causing aggravation for me, That's w
Stop by AstridBRune
He loves me, He loves me not. He loves me, He loves me not. A petal, a flower, Picked from the Earth. So tell me: He loves me? Or he loves me not?
He Loves Me? by AstridBRune
A quiet life of nothing. A screaming mind of nothing. And this is what insanity is. So this is what the world is like. The darkness overpowers light And nothing more remains. We are but simp
To Hate or Love by AstridBRune