Windsor - Hello Poetry

Black widows drink white wine. Magnetic lionesses creep, cold and calculating. Drunken sobs echo, under locked bedroom doors. As toppled shot-glasses lay, in scattered pools of *** Poolside lounge chairs plummet, making argyle splashes, Coming to rest with cell phones and wallets. Frigid lake water, antagonizes moonlit lovers. Daring glances spread gossamer lies, unlocking elusive touches. These alabaster halls consume infant minds, yet Not tonight.

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Aug 8, 2014

Aug 8, 2014 at 1:26 AM UTC

Derelict Michigan Motel.

Black widows drink white wine. Magnetic lionesses creep, cold and calculating. Drunken sobs echo, under locked bedroom doors. As toppled shot-glasses lay, in scattered pools of *** Poolside lounge chairs plummet, making argyle splashes, Coming to rest with cell phones and wallets. Frigid lake water, antagonizes moonlit lovers. Daring glances spread gossamer lies, unlocking elusive touches. These alabaster halls consume infant minds, yet Not tonight.

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The Soul is Not even Real. A man-made Convention from fear. Just as religion and divinity, Are works of fiction. For god is already dead. The acrid smell of aged ***** lingers As I stare drearily out my bedroom window. I contemplate antiquated men in Smokey backrooms, Spinning and weaving the most brilliant lie, Which has ever been conceived.

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Aug 8, 2014

Aug 8, 2014 at 1:23 AM UTC

I'm not sure what.

The Soul is Not even Real. A man-made Convention from fear. Just as religion and divinity, Are works of fiction. For god is already dead. The acrid smell of aged ***** lingers As I stare drearily out my bedroom window. I contemplate antiquated men in Smokey backrooms, Spinning and weaving the most brilliant lie, Which has ever been conceived.

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Hello bygone love. By the turbulent river reminds me Of you an I on our Walks. Down town yesterday I ate a lonely lunch at That quaint corner Café. Where we had our first exchange. Cards age in forgotten Boxes. In the winter We drank fire -side. Huddled To keep warm. And the sticky summer nights. Where no sleep occurred.

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Aug 8, 2014

Aug 8, 2014 at 1:20 AM UTC

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Hello bygone love. By the turbulent river reminds me Of you an I on our Walks. Down town yesterday I ate a lonely lunch at That quaint corner Café. Where we had our first exchange. Cards age in forgotten Boxes. In the winter We drank fire -side. Huddled To keep warm. And the sticky summer nights. Where no sleep occurred.

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Ride the wave, the wind roared. Sinking little with each footstep. I wander the beach. Finding myself lost amongst thoughts. Only the breaking waves provide a beacon. Slowly the waves mount attack. Grasping, they pull from shore. Larger and larger they grow. Too much to handle. Capsize. The waves embrace, pulls, deep down, Smothering. I find myself lost. Slowly choking away my life force. Straining to keep sanity, I push to the brink. The rumble of the swash, signals the nearing shore. A newfound sense of security, the beach. Peace and Serenity.

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Aug 8, 2014

Aug 8, 2014 at 1:18 AM UTC

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Ride the wave, the wind roared. Sinking little with each footstep. I wander the beach. Finding myself lost amongst thoughts. Only the breaking waves provide a beacon. Slowly the waves mount attack. Grasping, they pull from shore. Larger and larger they grow. Too much to handle. Capsize. The waves embrace, pulls, deep down, Smothering. I find myself lost. Slowly choking away my life force. Straining to keep sanity, I push to the brink. The rumble of the swash, signals the nearing shore. A newfound sense of security, the beach. Peace and Serenity.

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Do you remember those walks, those windswept fall days. Miles spent like pocket change. Even when we had forsaken, one another. Those walks that seem, eons ago. Those walks that I still take. Those walks shattered innocence.

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Aug 8, 2014

Aug 8, 2014 at 1:16 AM UTC

Those walks

Do you remember those walks, those windswept fall days. Miles spent like pocket change. Even when we had forsaken, one another. Those walks that seem, eons ago. Those walks that I still take. Those walks shattered innocence.

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A Cerulean precipice grows wrinkles. Blouses scatter into oblivion. Rusty chain, in the room with no time. Tea-kettles antagonize moonlit lovers. Shotglasses chase, through ghastly cornstalks. Cascading lights speak incantation. Flash dance to late night serenades. Phoenix plumes in Sunday hats. Laying poolside, argyle splashes. A magnetic lioness creeps. Daring glances spread gossamer lies. Alabaster halls consume infant minds, while Dusty caps unlock elusive touches. Black widows drink white wine. Anise waters drown lycra mermaids.

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Aug 8, 2014

Aug 8, 2014 at 1:15 AM UTC

Sassafras Lightbender sobbed drunkenly.

A Cerulean precipice grows wrinkles. Blouses scatter into oblivion. Rusty chain, in the room with no time. Tea-kettles antagonize moonlit lovers. Shotglasses chase, through ghastly cornstalks. Cascading lights speak incantation. Flash dance to late night serenades. Phoenix plumes in Sunday hats. Laying poolside, argyle splashes. A magnetic lioness creeps. Daring glances spread gossamer lies. Alabaster halls consume infant minds, while Dusty caps unlock elusive touches. Black widows drink white wine. Anise waters drown lycra mermaids.

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Dear Love of my Life Your warmness gives me Life. I have so enjoyed The time that we have spent. Yet, the death of each leaf, reminds it is fall and I must soon Depart. Do not fret my dear For I will return to you. For You, my love will never die.

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Aug 8, 2014

Aug 8, 2014 at 1:09 AM UTC

Winstrom forest in the approaching winter.

Dear Love of my Life Your warmness gives me Life. I have so enjoyed The time that we have spent. Yet, the death of each leaf, reminds it is fall and I must soon Depart. Do not fret my dear For I will return to you. For You, my love will never die.

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