I set my eyes upon the near distance... I find myself seeking in a nonchalant manner... but she is not here. Coming to the realisation that we have both been seeking only the positives in one another... Ah, the lust-filled fog of romance, which statistically almost always fades...
Gently clinked noses... the warmth of her breath down my neck, bound to a passion of temporary nature. A strong bonding adhesive upon attachment—and detachment. Her unsatisfied life eventually continues into the so-called normalities of this world, whilst I continue down the path of uncertainty. Certainly...
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Armand Slayer
Hello there, I'm Armand, and I've been on a writing journey since I was 15 years old. Writing has been a constant companion in my life, guiding me through moments of introspection and emotional exploration.
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F*CK OFF
We come into this world soiling ourselves, and we rest under that same shitty soil once the lights go out for good... When you see me, do not ask, “What do you do for a living?” I exist in my mortal shell for the time being—nothing more, nothing less. Careers come and go. Money is earned, money is spent. Love is gained, and love is lost. Once was young, now is old. Get my drift.
By Armand Slayerabout a month ago in Poets
Violence Begets
"Any last words, cowboy?" "None you'd understand, sodbuster." "Funny. That's Marshall Sodbuster to you. But I meant some last nugget that would help us in the adjudication of the myriad offenses counted against you and your gang. I wasn't asking for penitence."
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