With a paranoid soul,I've been staring for hours and hours out of my peephole,Where beholds a pair of secretive glowing eyes made of gold, With it being that of a sinister little troll that's had my paranoia at tenfold,I feel as my whole mind, here, begins to fold and nearly implode, With my emotions no … Continue reading Methamphetamine Really Isn’t Fun Anymore
Author: bryan_lunsford
Mirror, Mirror
You are beautiful–the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. And true, I've loved before, but I've never loved like I love you. It was your hazel-auburn eyes that fostered the only warmth my soul has ever known. It was your hair, your lips, the way you moved, as you'll never know how deeply I … Continue reading Mirror, Mirror
Azure Eyes
It was her eyes–with her eyes that filled me with such passion, such desire, such love–it was her eyes that made it impossible to love another after her departure. For with such brilliance and beauty in those eyes, I'd find my heart captured every time as my brain and body would fade away in thought … Continue reading Azure Eyes
My Sleeping Beauty
It is within an unusually warm and early spring night,Here, where I begin to feel something ever so unusual while looking deeply into this goddess's eyes, With her eyes like a pair of diamonds sparkling in the sky,It's at this moment–in this part of the night–Love simply didn't need a reply, With candles lit,As to … Continue reading My Sleeping Beauty
Muse To My Art: The Sequel
I told you–I told you!–it was you, though, you thought I was the crazy one. Impossible I know not, but mad, delusional, irresponsible you have been! Because emphatically, pertinaciously did I or did I not declare that nothing would ever keep me from you? Nothing. I said nothing! Even in another life, you knew I'd … Continue reading Muse To My Art: The Sequel
Not Your Usual Trip To The Convenience Store
Drugs can be fun. Drugs can even be great. Nonetheless, they can also be terrifying and utterly horrible. Please, let me explain, here. Less than an hour ago I was in the presence of many kindred spirits; upon our time we set ourselves forthwith in a great indulgence of several psychedelics, narcotics, and a vast … Continue reading Not Your Usual Trip To The Convenience Store
Pitch-Dreams Of Murder
And yes!–there’s something definitive, bold, and mysterious in substance upon scrutiny of the color black. For when you envision the color, or there, of general population, most commonly it’s to be rendered the color of mourning, magic, power, and even elegance. Yet, to me, that color represents something entirely, contrastingly different, symbolizing something rather more dark … Continue reading Pitch-Dreams Of Murder
Muse To My Art
What? Tell me. Really, are you crazy? How could you think that I would just forget about you? When money and fame cure no illness, no set of miles nor increments of time can separate you from my being. I love you and eternally, only you, for every word ever composed is inspired by one. … Continue reading Muse To My Art
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