carissa - Hello Poetry

*Roses, soft and cold roses Like her ringed lips around his ******** Creamy scale excrement over your ***** Fine cut jagged legs with stems inside his meatus Roses*

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Mar 18, 2013

Mar 18, 2013 at 12:36 PM UTC

carissa

Rojo

*Roses, soft and cold roses Like her ringed lips around his ******** Creamy scale excrement over your ***** Fine cut jagged legs with stems inside his meatus Roses*

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Today I followed an orange silky haired woman along side the ocean coastal lane black mesh cloth legs split through the trees I paused to watch a cat walk soft smiles I swam past velvet tightly wrapped thighs on this rubber and chain cycling in sync behind a cat, in sync with hips -that sway in sync with cranes all members of the Gruiformes flew, for the goddess came to rest on a rock because for several minutes that rock loved her bottom I loved from behind 100 feet from behind I stared at the goddess dream reaching for her mane no feelings in existence only blankly staring at your curled toes one more sun ray

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Mar 18, 2013

Mar 18, 2013 at 12:33 PM UTC

carissa

Long for

Today I followed an orange silky haired woman along side the ocean coastal lane black mesh cloth legs split through the trees I paused to watch a cat walk soft smiles I swam past velvet tightly wrapped thighs on this rubber and chain cycling in sync behind a cat, in sync with hips -that sway in sync with cranes all members of the Gruiformes flew, for the goddess came to rest on a rock because for several minutes that rock loved her bottom I loved from behind 100 feet from behind I stared at the goddess dream reaching for her mane no feelings in existence only blankly staring at your curled toes one more sun ray

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Though it is such a beautiful pristine night, puffy fluffy sky a pelican had soaked spaghetti like limbs mangled and dangled thrusting thyself forward to comfortably drown in wet frozen crystals [I am a life I am blinking] Your feathers were flapping frosted and numbed Oh I bet the water was stinging yet pleasing - 656 55 3-4 the elderly woman said her kind soul with a phone number for SPCA wildlife rescue and rehabilitation the pelican is near death, I divulged with envy for that wave drowning you in warmth

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Mar 18, 2013

Mar 18, 2013 at 12:22 PM UTC

carissa

Dying

Though it is such a beautiful pristine night, puffy fluffy sky a pelican had soaked spaghetti like limbs mangled and dangled thrusting thyself forward to comfortably drown in wet frozen crystals [I am a life I am blinking] Your feathers were flapping frosted and numbed Oh I bet the water was stinging yet pleasing - 656 55 3-4 the elderly woman said her kind soul with a phone number for SPCA wildlife rescue and rehabilitation the pelican is near death, I divulged with envy for that wave drowning you in warmth

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I am listening to melted ice-cubes breathe out of a squiggly straw A member of the Canidae family tiptoeing to this mornings bread crumbs I am listening to an old snore warmed under a red checkered quilt Beige cigarette fumes off the wall crumpling rose tinted petals I am listening to a computer fan- ***** computer for a ***** engineer 3:43 ante meridiem

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Mar 18, 2013

Mar 18, 2013 at 12:05 PM UTC

carissa

I am Awake

I am listening to melted ice-cubes breathe out of a squiggly straw A member of the Canidae family tiptoeing to this mornings bread crumbs I am listening to an old snore warmed under a red checkered quilt Beige cigarette fumes off the wall crumpling rose tinted petals I am listening to a computer fan- ***** computer for a ***** engineer 3:43 ante meridiem

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I would love to drag my aura on a walk to the top of a hill; make room in my rain jacket pockets for oleoresin capsicum and a flashlight, my container of weeds and slow burning leaves I would love to kiss the grass with the spilling light from my mouth **** on my broken finger nails massaged by earth’s dirt I would love to fall asleep under the hidden moon covered by a blanket made of water; they will remember my face with a smirk I would love to cradle you little rotating sphere, nurture your tired ozone layer She would love to drag us all, bury you beneath her holy herbaceous there will be plenty of firing kisses and the waves will come, you wont feel the cold I would love to take you on a walk to the top of a hill

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Mar 18, 2013

Mar 18, 2013 at 12:00 PM UTC

carissa

Come With Me

I would love to drag my aura on a walk to the top of a hill; make room in my rain jacket pockets for oleoresin capsicum and a flashlight, my container of weeds and slow burning leaves I would love to kiss the grass with the spilling light from my mouth **** on my broken finger nails massaged by earth’s dirt I would love to fall asleep under the hidden moon covered by a blanket made of water; they will remember my face with a smirk I would love to cradle you little rotating sphere, nurture your tired ozone layer She would love to drag us all, bury you beneath her holy herbaceous there will be plenty of firing kisses and the waves will come, you wont feel the cold I would love to take you on a walk to the top of a hill

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Thrown waves on me at moonlight, ridden me away pull my hairs still, frozen skin on her death night Marine algae wrapped my brún drowning limbs crashing waters, her sound of slapping skins Penetrating pleasing plunge planked ashore swimming mouth full of cries everlasting repression Ceto rising soaking souls I am a healing temple

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Mar 18, 2013

Mar 18, 2013 at 11:31 AM UTC

carissa

Touched

Thrown waves on me at moonlight, ridden me away pull my hairs still, frozen skin on her death night Marine algae wrapped my brún drowning limbs crashing waters, her sound of slapping skins Penetrating pleasing plunge planked ashore swimming mouth full of cries everlasting repression Ceto rising soaking souls I am a healing temple

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I can lick down telephone poles and lick down street signs come sit in my chair I can crush your house down with my brun thunder thighs come sit in my chair I can to be the dancing wind in this wonder water storm come sit in my chair We can exchange wings; I can be a catastrophic butterfly

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Feb 3, 2013

Feb 3, 2013 at 10:33 AM UTC

carissa

Caged Butterfly

I can lick down telephone poles and lick down street signs come sit in my chair I can crush your house down with my brun thunder thighs come sit in my chair I can to be the dancing wind in this wonder water storm come sit in my chair We can exchange wings; I can be a catastrophic butterfly

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