(via Vouray Visionary Vexed. Chiffon Top By John Tyler Mounce)
(via Vouray Visionary Vexed. Chiffon Top by John Tyler Mounce)
Once we met a woman who wanted to be the in-laws, with jealousy. Not long ago, their mother had made them take down the ads. Which they pinned to their bedroom wall..
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A Vitriolic Vision: Reverbage
Wasn't too emollient accepting
The jaded are now relatable to thee
Restive relations overcome mindset
Complete outcast amongst outings dimensional
Vitriolic visions vex verily shown
Complete to eschew erratically earned.
Snag this vintage beauty as a nice tote to throw your look back to the '50's era with my mother's timeless beauty. Wrong generation for myself but can you only imagine such simple times? And just oh so pretty, she was and now is Redbubble swag.. legendary legit.
Vainglorious Pretty: DECAY
Exhale this smoke sudden to grip
The feeling let one have his rush
A blow since age eighteen, freshmeat
Addicted towards something too tough
The smells linger on, puff by puff
My health is slowly fading quick
But must oil up and go into a ray
Rays to shine or spark a delight
These toxic fumes shall ignite
Menthol for the strengthen of one's lungs
No fiber, just rich in rubbish
Ruby red cherry at tip
Burns down the stick
A filter, none except for a Mexican resort
Trip to Roswell, this alienated abuse
Bobbles to a distant planet amongst
Pluto, Mars or an Earthly invasion
My heartbeat faint but shouldn't forget
Take this slow drag..
Dragging unto a vainglorious pretty.
DECAY.
Lost her way, scream
The screams are ringing
Under the echo's calling
She pled my fifth element
To come in and disrupt
I wish her a hoarse throat
To shallow the deep volume
She paid a crunch of freedom
That had fought out restraint
Trap her core to padded walls
To punish her beast
Defeat the demonic yells
As we watch the sanity
No longer remain obtained
She has lost her way
No fighting a devil
So her battlecry must be
An overwhelming
Uniformed plea
Understand psycho
Too default a dismay
By: John Tyler Mounce
Erupts from: Ethel
Fatness of that's earth, grounded
Come forth thine's dew of heaven
Delightfully chosen to give life
Gasp of fresh air struck oblivion
This wholly answer was His right
Graciously given the morning
To start a freshly given strike
Without hinder amongst temple
Shirley's giggle is lone painted
The drying are glamour afterpraise
A beauty to that's broken but..
Still alive to an awareness.
Unraveling a ponder
Christ still alive, as always.
A notion that is known as livings
At over side affections
Provoke the posed ivy
The embrace, pout putting
An element as humbled
Lift your heart even when..
Incompletes practice
Erupts.
Head case.
The truth is I cannot sleep
It feels as though I'm in trouble
Trouble that's too deep
So what I do is just keep my repeat
And pretend it's all fine
When this is ALL I have to pass time.
All the colors I see don't match a thing
Mixed and not bright but subdue
No blues, just grey over me
Stuck in the middle not able to move
Try to escape this feeling, my heart beats
Beating and pounds in my chest
It is very overwhelming, too much stress
I want to run and forget the rest
I'm stuck as the lightning strikes
Rain falls and I am still awake
Thunder rolls while I do the same
Toss and turn in this bed
Sadly, this is what goes on in my head.
Written on: November 29th, 2016.
Gulp of Zinc Lips
The curve of midnight
Rains over a sunny dismay
Fields to dream aloof
After praise of action redeem
The fellowship lurk maiden
Whose right hand left stuck
In a maze of fingerprints
Put towards a delicate touch
Too much soft harden glaze
A crunch the time set
Like playing Monopoly
Without thy winner's luck
A ponder a chance
To twinkle the decrease
Loosen the manic ready
For a pill took too
Late to savior A
Gulp of Zinc left
On a taste of lips.
Finally Designed, Not Within Comes..
Not one has an anomaly ability
Within one's nebulous nexting
Comes forth the modicum diamond
Withheld lauds as a silent hymn
The malaise is stirred but sunk
All to a final's designation..
