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Kelly Mackie

Crawl into me when my eyes are closed and and oh god your skin fits me perfectly, your warmth brightens the hours and makes my eyes glow with an ambiance that I can only feel me when your holding me, and it feels so right, but it is so fake. Plastic, like your hand that touches me with, and why does it feel so warm when it's intent is so cold. Touch me, make me good, it can only last so long. I want your carnality, and to feel your ivory tear open my flesh. I need your eyes in my hand, and your soul in my pocket. My babel is bleak and jaded. Your faceless, and are everybody, but no one. I hold on to you, but you are just a substitute for my fears, and then your are like a shadow, gone when the sun shines on my face. Alone.

  Faceless
Kelly Mackie
Looks-stares-me-you-hot and wet-our bodies pressed together fueling our desires-sliding-riding-lust mistaken for love-I stare at you- the smoke from your cigarette makes my eyes water-I walk wearing nothing but my thoughts-I grab my clothes and put them on as you ackwardly watch-I walk out the door

Evil Has Many Guises
By the boi who still belives in Icarus
  BE MY LOVER, NOT MY MASTER Everyday another person falls in love
falls into bondage
thinking if it's real
it has to stand the test of time

Together, before God (and all our friends)
we two will form a union
if we fill each others' holes
we can pretend we don't feel lonely
Is it love or is it jealousy?

Why monogamy,
Why tie ourselves down?
I want to be free to love
and free to feel
without some fuckin phony pretense
I don't want to own you

This simple, hypocritical
serial pseudo marriage chokes us all
puts walls between people
and limits our experience
I don't –
We don't need that!

Let's cut our chains
and blur the human boundaries
A victory for people
Death to stagnant tradition
Our lives reclaimed for passion


You turned to me and told me that I was cute
I smiled politely and replied,
"You don't want anything to do with me
I'll break your heart and fuck up your life
Using my dick to put tears in you eyes
A kiss is a kiss but i want more
I want Bliss
Using the power you give me , manipulation is easy
I cum, I sleep everything gained
You cry awake frozen, ashamed
When the morning comes I have morals again
I try to forget the passion that drove me to the end
of the trust you showed me
I stole it and left you bare
with your world upside-down, over your head, in the air
I quietly made an excuse to leave
And so I left on to better things.