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May 23, 2017
 

Sing to me
Howling moon
Enthrall me with your song
Adventure is calling

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May 20, 2017
 

I can feel your mighty presence hunting me in the shadows. I can feel your perpetual demons spreading out seeking to find me in depths of self destruction. To Feel your vengeance slithering around like a hungry serpent was skill I developed in order to survive.  The way I learned how to judge which monster came home to me every morning by the weight of your charred boots as they stepped through our red door and onto the granite floor. I can feel you on the prowl to destroy me like the multitude of women you have left in bloody path of arrogance after beating them recklessly and raping their bodies. How do the hands that save lives from raging fires morph into hands that dismember the hearts a...

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May 18, 2017
 

She laid the delicate pearls that were once her mothers around her fragile neck and wore meek smile on her uncertain face. Gracefully she stroked her hair into perfectly cascading ribbons of gold that caressed her frail shoulders. Taking one last glimpse in the mirror to reassure herself that this time she would be found worthy. She looked at herself in the dress she had carefully chosen in efforts to hide  the desperation she had for his affection that lurked  just underneath its crushed black velvet bodice. Locking eyes with the woman reflecting back at her and whispering a tale of how cherished she was and how lucky he was to have her. Seducing her own soul with pleading prayers that this ...

ANTHONY CIOFFI
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May 17, 2017
 

Home for Misfits

Are you tired, are you broken, are you rejected and alone? Do you sing a song to a different tune and dance to a rhythm of your own? Are you a black sheep, a Lone Ranger, are you living rejected by the world. Kindred spirit, heart of my heart you are welcome here. We will paint a scarlet letter on my door but, within the walls we are so much more. I will love you and feed you and keep you as my own. Had you never felt belonging my house is now your home. Were you forsaken by your mother or left bruised by your dad? Were duped the odd kid out and poked until you bled. Did you never find your people or have that someone hold your hand? Is your heart too tender and your soul t...

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May 15, 2017
 

Seen But Not Heard

diamonds and rubies
their vast riches they threw at her in efforts to wear her beauty like a crown on their arrogance
But they never saw what made her magnificent
The depths of her soul and unattainable spirit that made her in invaluable on her own

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May 13, 2017
 

There's a charcoal hole that whispers a ghostly song on deaths ear but isn't haunting enough to sing my song. I cry out the darkest words to describe the muted agony and ravenous pain but they don't  recount for the hollow ruins within me. Pleading for exoneration from stinging blades of desperation and relentlessly reaching through shattered stained glass windows in hauntingly empty church walls but no one hears. Ive moaned so gruesomely my delicate goddess soul turned into ice that burned to the touch, but no one can feel what I feel. If silence was the only tool I had and for once you glanced into my eyes would you feel the torment, would you see the despair? Would you fall to your knees h...

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May 10, 2017
 

Today. Today should've been the day we gazed back at timeless photos and laughed about memories made. Today should've been the day we gazed into each others eyes and saw all the "today's" ahead. Today should've been the day. However, there's another day other than today that permanently changed all my today's. That day should've been the beginning of bliss. That day should've been the moment my heart was safe and my soul was found. But that day was the beginning of my slow death. That day began my journey of ruthless torture and watching myself slowly fade into the haunting tales of yesterday's. That day marked the day I surrendered my life to the man who loved to touch my body from the insid...

NOTEBOOK DAY
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May 9, 2017
 

Where did you come from, sweet angel of mine. Where did your gorgeous soul of scandal and betrayal slither out of? Was your father a demon from hell shooting poison into you thirsty veins or did you evolve from something so disgusting and dark within your mother that she cradled you in her hideous discretions. When you drive your perfectly carved tongue of wickedness in her back does your soul scream with victory? Do you laugh at the drops of crimson as they cascade down her delicate spine? Her soul leaking out from the holes where devils dance and broken angels cry out to feed on the depleted breast of their beaten mothers.  Where feathers grow like wildflowers to carry her pulsing carcass w...

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May 8, 2017
 

Your hot breath burned the back of my neck as the words you whispered broke my skin like the daggers of betrayal they were. How we get entangled in a web of insecurities, illusions and distorted lies of the hunters that prey on the heart. Like a stepping stone or a pawn in a game of destroying a dream that wasn't ours. Your heart hurts and awakens your devilish spirit that suffocates your soul and leaves a trail of glassy tears in its wake in efforts to burn the one. The one. The one that demolished your sparkle. Spit in your glass of champagne. Now when you look in your reflection blazing back at you in the tender hearted fool mesmerized by your words of superior love and romanticized herois...

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May 8, 2017
 

On dampened pillows where tears drops danced you'll find him sleeping there. Drumming a rhythm of whiskey sorrows and a warriors scars he'll dance just for you. His blood thirsty song clashes against his satin touch on your skin and when he speaks the words of romance they'll break your back and move your soul to dance with him. The battle of what once ripped your heart to shreds can't handle a ride like his. And the soldier heart of a tormented boy keeps him just too far. Bitterness is the fuel of the glorious masterpiece he is.  His body is yet a dance of its own a perfectly composed melody chiseled with the uncompromising ways of his own. He choreographed this one for you a long time ago b...

GOLD
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