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Poetic T Oct 2018
Your words are cheesy
        Like an unclean *******

Every syllable you tug on
        Is like cheese.

You need to clean up
            Your stiffness
And write cleanly...
parttimeboy Apr 2018
Aesthetically pleasing spiderwebs
Dogs fitting perfectly into each dorway
Books over Books over Books over Books
being dead wood covered by dead wood inside of dead Wood

surrounded by stone
it´s what I call home

Fleeing feeling of savety but still somehow comforting
Hooks for our clothes and jackets (that can never move)
Socks appearing and disapperaing suddenly and out of nowhere
Magnetically linked toys
So I thought of something more to accompany my poem "like still air" but since that one came to me out of nowhere I felt the second stanza (I'd consider the two middle verses as some sort of chorus or "room-divider") was too forced and that I'd prefer to post both versions, since I tried somthing different for this one. Maybe someone will notice? I'll probably have to work on the meter and number of syllables, but that's for another day
Àŧùl Mar 2017
So in the wee hours,
Up I am early on many days,
Chased by demons in nightmares,
Chalking out an escape plan,
Unto the depths of hell,
Bray she may in her realm,
Unto my stiffness she takes me,
S*ucking mine in the nightmare.
Memories bring the nightmares and the nightmares bring the succubus.
Nothing to do with anyone on Hello Poetry.
My HP Poem #1465
©Atul Kaushal
sarah kayy Nov 2016
how does a soul breath
without love
would it just inhale and not exhale
wont it burst
or are some peoples souls made like that
how does a soul function
without love
do its eyes ever open
or do they ever close to blink
are they cursed if theyre too blinded not to see the beauty
or is the curse when they just see beauty of others and want it
how does a soul sleep
without love
does nt it cuddle
doesnt it feel cold
or has it pointlessly adapted to the stiffness
aug 17

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