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Hey, I’m LDeM. I’m 18, and I live in England.

For as long as I can remember I’ve always written creativley in some form or another; stories, poems, plays, whatever. But I’ve picked up poetry again as a means of distracting myself from doing self-destructive things.
Which would explain the morbidity of some of my poetry.
But anywhooo…. I hope you enjoy!

Age: 21
Joined: November 2008

Cinnamon

So I can remember. / And lose myself in / my head. / My head; / my mind. At loss / and in pieces. /…

Je suis la Reine

Does it not hurt to walk on blades? Does it not hurt? / She can feel. / The cold seems human, holdi…

Blunt

The softness calls / There are voices in / the thin night. / Chemical smiles / and metallic skin. /…

Fuse

In the dusted over mirror / She is a static blur. / My darling, I cannot see / In the dusted over m…

Feel

You are / lit - / shadowed - / the sunlight wakes / upon a curve, / a dip, / a slight flutter.

Midnight

On her back, the ceiling lost in the dark. The cold fingers of the breeze find their way through th…

Showtime

Brightened by a kiss / and the cold of steel; / But I can’t draw yet. / I cannot feel. / R…

Ginger Bread

sweep / through the air. / Watch her / tumble / beneath me. / Raindrop like. / Scarred. / Scared. /…

Me and My...

The light / scalds. / The light / burns / her. She / is precious. / She cannot / see.

Spindle II

I am woven. / I am sewn. / I am kept / together, / incomplete. / Deep-

Feather

I’m all yours now, / Enveloped in your thin embrace. / What kills me to control / Is tantaliz…

Spindle

Forgive me. / I am wrapped- / hidden- / strangled / by / deep thread.

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