nikki hays Poems

Homicidal maniac
That’s what they called him
All boys of 9 are boisterous
That’s what I say
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If I were but the daisy and you the wind at my petals, then I would feel no pain
If I were not by your side day and night loving you, I would know not gain
And if I were not to feel your touch, in the darkest of dark nights
Then I would not that I should live, without being by your side
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My dear friend death
I remember thee well
same horrid odour
same rancid smell
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lines, patterns, symbols, life
Bitterness and pain
trouble and strife
wounds from the past
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Her heart beat faster than the wings of a bird
Her kisses more gentle than a droplet of mist upon my lips
Her hands softer than the softest rose petal
These are my memories of the one that i loved
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Unfolding before me a saga
Tragedy untold
The miracle of life begins
The body soon goes cold
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Fingertips like claws run down my spine
These dreams surely cannot be mine
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Poor little fool crumpled and worn
From this life all you loved from your arms were torn
Sadness and sorrow the rest of your life
This is what follows you now day and night
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Sinful touches taste lust
Nibbling on their plump ripe busts
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mechanised franchise
buy it as you will
unwanted memories
extensive bills
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