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LayersPeeling off the layers of an onion—Layers by *DerelictVampire
just more and more to discover.
Like too many clothes on a winter day
once you're inside and warm…
'til you finally strip away
every piece, every layer of that onion.
It just gets sweeter
the closer you are
to its heart.
And this onion doesn't make you cry.
The layers we fold around ourselves,
keeping us safe, hiding
what we want to hide...
Does every part taste the same?
as we show ourselves,
the layers underneath,
as we are comforted
Troll MountainTroll Mountain by *DerelictVampire
The troll that guarded over me…
(Oh, who am I? I'm a book, you see—)
well, this troll set me by his feet
and opened to a handsome page
in the hope one day he'd meet
a kid who wouldn't mark his age
but together they could read me fast
and walk upon the pampas grass.
He stood for such a long, long while
and waited here with me on hand,
years crept by, he lost his smile,
his toes grew down beneath the sand.
In the distance he could see a hill.
(Or maybe it was a mountain still—
not made small by wind or weather,
rising from the flowe
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For a Girl Who Has EverythingFor a Girl Who Has Everything by *DerelictVampire
I have lots of nothing,
a vast and great supply.
If you find that you want nothing,
I might just be your guy.
I used to be quite eloquent,
but now I'm full of grunts.
If nothing really turns you on,
then I have it in abundance.
There are a few who like harsh words,
though most prefer them softer.
But if nothing seems to turn your head,
then that is what I offer.
I have huge amounts of nothing,
an unlimited supply.
So if you find you want for nothing,
I'm certainly your guy.
The One That Couldn't Ripping my body...made of black cape and African fear; he is only afraid of me, the sidewalks of the jungles, peas hiding in the wreath, all and shaky dust or ink or pictures of atoms sprayed on a place I see only because it's there.The One That Couldn't by *DerelictVampire
The forearm of what, of baby salad, shot through the holes above my teeth pressured like family fiendish through the hairs on a match...have you looked away into eyes and heart and rib and loin of smoke? Only finding that the one line moves around her hips and ark, without an elbow, without the noose that coughs a drop of everything into the water of a ruined slice? Loneliness grows as shrinkin
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