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    Delusion

    The spells you casted were poetry, I choked on your pretty lies; gasping for air to breathe again, close your eyes and I’ll close mine. A prisoner inside… Read more “Delusion”

    January 25, 2017May 16, 2017 by Cokewhorehippie

    Tainted Dream

    Violet skies, kaleidoscope eyes, a lonely heart with an amphetamine high. Poetic and dirty, heaven on earth, a tainted notion, the star of the north. And my… Read more “Tainted Dream”

    August 3, 2016August 4, 2016 by Cokewhorehippie

    Seeing Red

    He studied the curvature of her body as she slipped her red dress off of her hips. As it slid down her waist and dropped to the… Read more “Seeing Red”

    July 11, 2016July 12, 2016 by Cokewhorehippie

    Pulse

    Dragging ourselves through the hours of dawn, setting our hearts on fire with delusion, drugs, and waking nightmares. Some poets may call it the entrance to the… Read more “Pulse”

    July 6, 2016July 8, 2016 by Cokewhorehippie

    Déjà vu

    I’m well acquainted with the bathroom floor and my slushy eyes shining like gunmetal; no stranger to the sweet song of sorrow and the misery that I… Read more “Déjà vu”

    June 24, 2016June 28, 2016 by Cokewhorehippie

    Bad Habits

    A series of pure, dirty, and raw habits I can’t evade. An obsession with touch, blisters from crave; scar tissue, paper cuts, an anesthetic of lust, bad… Read more “Bad Habits”

    June 15, 2016June 20, 2016 by Cokewhorehippie

    Photography Series: Melancholia

    June 14, 2016June 20, 2016 by Cokewhorehippie

    Blame Me

    Blame me for the misery, my kaleidoscope mind infused with misfortune Our love I torched so bitterly, sweet serial killer of mental distortion The demented spirits that haunt… Read more “Blame Me”

    May 30, 2016June 28, 2016 by Cokewhorehippie

    Panic

    Wake up, can’t breathe. Panic attack, mad dream. Pills, pills, colorful pills. How much Xanax does it take to kill?  Make me numb, kill the pain; heal… Read more “Panic”

    May 6, 2016May 6, 2016 by Cokewhorehippie

    Sinner

    Ripped fishnets, short dress; frayed denim, pretty mess. Rock n’ roll soul in her fucked up fantasy; rhyming dirty words, singing sad songs of tragedy. Rebel rebel,… Read more “Sinner”

    April 28, 2016May 6, 2016 by Cokewhorehippie

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