A Magic Opus

By Bythebrooke

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Ongoing compilation of poetry... More

Socially Acceptable Savagery
A Magic Opus
Pretty Little Face
The Artist
Brazen Hussy
Jericho
Disappear
Take the Love Away
Feathered Serpent
Contagion
Not Like I Used To
Magnetic Eyes
My Head Knows
Pity Party of One
The Part of the Other
Outside this Little Island
Lewd Favors
Specter
Vogue in Haiku
Silent
Perverse Perseverance
Wasting my Breath
Now that it is Here
Wet Nose
Incantation
We'll Fly Away
Him
I am a Leech
Because I Love You
Wrinkles
Emerald Skies
Child's Play
Death by Artist
Stockholm
Destruction of the Emotion...Only to Retaliate on the Physical
or...So You Think.....
Be as you be
The Bureaucracy of Bigotry
Remember Me?
Sweet Sweet Song
Flagrant Assault
I am Sorry to You
Patches in the Sky
Would you wish me different?
Never to Be
Pricks
Sweet Dreams, my child
Nasty Shark
NO MORE
Futures Always Contain You
When the World Wants Me to Fail...
You, Degenerate
Here is the Truth...
Just a Little Rendezvous
Guilty is as Guilty does
Please, Pull the Dart you Shot into my Chest.
With All the Hatred Inside of Me
Taste that Sweet Little Coconut
Hoping for "Our Forever"
A Lion Doesn't Whisper
The Man I Love, Loves Her
You Are My Sky

Deepest Darkest Fears

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By Bythebrooke

I am not afraid of much, but I do have fears and such.

The oceans scare me, being so dark and deep. I can't stand not knowing what's under my feet.

Sometimes it is just a height, that can give us all the fright.

Beastly spiders can make some rather wary. Although, all bugs can be a tad bit scary.

Many feel quite a concern, the way a fire can burn.

Delving deeper into fears of rejection, whilst all are here looking for some connection.

Almost all live with some dread, of the day when they are dead.

People will rise up and all the rest will just trip, looking doggedly in the face of hardship.

Some lives are full of regret, a disturbed past to forget.

Many live in anxiety and anguish, leaving and losing fearful lives to languish.

What scares me more than voodoo, is the thought of losing you.

Those terrifying monsters, goblins, and ghouls, the haters, the pranks, and the ridicules.

All those don't really matter, I'd stand up to a bear, I don't really care, as long as I have you.

6/24/15

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