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She walks around
with her eyes shut tight,
losing all self respect
Chasing men
who show little interest.

****** herself out
on dating sites,
thinking it makes her matter,
In reality
her life’s falling to tatters.

She can’t see her worth
only their words
seduced by their lies
And games.

It’s all a mirage
an optical illusion
to a deluded mind.

Men may crave some cheap ***
but they have little respect
For women who easily put out.

(SW)
Be happy in yourself
the rest will follow.

(SW)
Slow tunes playing somewhere in the background,
never emptying glasses of wine
talk flowing,
mood feels right tonight
beautiful by my side.

You pull me close... 
so hard…  
I feel the wings of butterflies.

Fingers lace through my hair,
whispers spoken,
“all mine.”

Lips brush against mine
a glint full lust in dark eyes

Smothered in kisses you catch me by surprise, fill me with your size.

Out of breath laid out on a tangled mess,
layers torn,
exposing my breast.

Then the devil did he take over clouding your mind,
You bite!

Blood curdling cries,
entirely at your mercy,
you brand me in so many places.

You take me from behind,
hard and fast you ******,
enjoying what you took.

We both know this is my end,
i beg for it,
need of it,
I feel the cold steel as you slice

Throat slit claret spills,
I fall to the pool on my side.

The last thing I see as my life fades
 is a linger of
lust,
raw,
behind,
dark eyes,
as you watch me die....

My body in all its glory,
abandoned,
soulless,
slowing decomposing,
ravaged by creatures under moon light.

     "people aren't always what they seem....."
                         !WARNING!

(SW)
thought i would try something dark.   .
We are all beautiful,  
we may not be everybody's beautiful...
but we are always somebody's beautiful.

(SW)
it's never the net.
it's always

" the box "

we stop.
we throb lobbing red breast robins
inna box, over double rainbows.
we lost
what the nail
had no art to crucify -
and we lie -
on a tarmac of truth, our err planes depart dark waters
for black
skies !
and it's not
You Yet...
only half as
wide...

only that.
 Jun 2013 Kenneth Springer
Liv
Diamond beads roll off my skin
Sweaty hands and age old gin
Sunshine pupils in candy eyes,
Crying gumdrops and sugarcoated lies.
Raindrops on my fingertips
Poison blood on broken lips
Black and blue painted thick
Cheeks flushed red; a simple trick
**** yourself but stay alive
On your rotting soul they'll thrive.
The shadows of forgotten thoughts,
Who rap themselves around your heart
And suffocate the breath you wished was gone
Turned my sunshine into war

I don't feel better anymore.
 Jun 2013 Kenneth Springer
Liam
a fresh existence
appears with little warning
there's only one cure
Fly in my airspace!
Not a chance
One Europe for all?
Not here in France
It will save fuel and time
NO NO NO
We are control freaks
More cheese or wine?
Dedicated to the air traffic control freaks of France
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