chenai-lucille - Hello Poetry

Your long, smooth Soft surface, Subs against my Song smooth Nails and flesh bound Hands. You're so still, Still sticky and fresh, Your blood runs Warm Between my toes like sand, Beautiful mud. Angel, sleep i've Freed you. No longer twitching. You're so still you're so Porcelain. Clothing, gone, why are you so flawless? Ivory, red, Why are you so... dead...? Lay at peace and Accept my Embrace. You'll be saved but You remain at present To be Mine. Preserved and Sticky.

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Mar 15, 2010

Mar 15, 2010 at 10:41 PM UTC

Corpse

Your long, smooth Soft surface, Subs against my Song smooth Nails and flesh bound Hands. You're so still, Still sticky and fresh, Your blood runs Warm Between my toes like sand, Beautiful mud. Angel, sleep i've Freed you. No longer twitching. You're so still you're so Porcelain. Clothing, gone, why are you so flawless? Ivory, red, Why are you so... dead...? Lay at peace and Accept my Embrace. You'll be saved but You remain at present To be Mine. Preserved and Sticky.

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The rejuvinate scrap hangs there, Perched within a throne of white seashell. It wanders, unsatisfied into the depths Where it is plucked, pondered, and placed back again. Easily could it be tossed, And thrown into the rime, Yet night after night it slumbers, falls, and it saved from the Eau. Through light and dark, it remains proudly peeled and empty.

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Mar 11, 2010

Mar 11, 2010 at 10:41 PM UTC

Bathtub wonders

The rejuvinate scrap hangs there, Perched within a throne of white seashell. It wanders, unsatisfied into the depths Where it is plucked, pondered, and placed back again. Easily could it be tossed, And thrown into the rime, Yet night after night it slumbers, falls, and it saved from the Eau. Through light and dark, it remains proudly peeled and empty.

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Eyes of golden fields, And hair of flaming sun, Beauty of Aphrodite, Voice of a siren. Her sad gaze Grasps you soul And rasps your breath. She's an unknowing temptress Claiming lonesomeness And strength of solidarity. Dramatics fill her life While tears penetrate her ducts Only to be wiped dry By her smooth white digits. The opinions she illuminates Are half always harsh Half always right. Yet in the gloom She watches the man She bows her song And swallows the shine Of that which she gazes upon. She drinks softly Falls to the cotton Falls into self realization. Her karma awaits Sticking to her endo Like fresh golden cream, ****** from the hive of greed. She puts the unwanted to obscurity And places her dreams in a bottle To be carried from safety. Her pain goes unnoticed As she presses the glass And downs its purity To reach her haven. I truly wish to save her, For her beauty astounds me And her love is secretive Hidden to all those who seek it. If only a door existed For the key I posess.

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Mar 10, 2010

Mar 10, 2010 at 9:17 AM UTC

I See You

Eyes of golden fields, And hair of flaming sun, Beauty of Aphrodite, Voice of a siren. Her sad gaze Grasps you soul And rasps your breath. She's an unknowing temptress Claiming lonesomeness And strength of solidarity. Dramatics fill her life While tears penetrate her ducts Only to be wiped dry By her smooth white digits. The opinions she illuminates Are half always harsh Half always right. Yet in the gloom She watches the man She bows her song And swallows the shine Of that which she gazes upon. She drinks softly Falls to the cotton Falls into self realization. Her karma awaits Sticking to her endo Like fresh golden cream, ****** from the hive of greed. She puts the unwanted to obscurity And places her dreams in a bottle To be carried from safety. Her pain goes unnoticed As she presses the glass And downs its purity To reach her haven. I truly wish to save her, For her beauty astounds me And her love is secretive Hidden to all those who seek it. If only a door existed For the key I posess.

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Point and grunt Point and laugh Point and stumble You fought my battle For me, gather needs And wants Tell them, Be my rock, be my stone, My shoulder You are so strong. Break. They laugh, grunt, stumble Over their words Their world, Shot down over candy floss skies. Tell them Be my rock, be my stone, My shoulder You were so strong. Rotation stopped, Life swung around, Spiraling, Spiraling down Down, Down down... D-R-O-P to the solemn slumber. Heros fail Capes caught in a trap And so have you You died, so long ago You died When 5 feet was enough, And giants filled a sea of eternity Hades trapped your soul 12, with hands of checkered flesh. You slipped, fell, Pick it up Make it right Mind says sleep Dream back your innocence Child, Dream back Your life. Scream to him to Stop digging your grave. Sanity, sanity, sanity It holds your soul. Observation Medication Police association You, my inspiration. Tell them Be my rock, be my stone My shoulder. **** you used to be so strong.

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Mar 10, 2010

Mar 10, 2010 at 9:06 AM UTC

Broken

Point and grunt Point and laugh Point and stumble You fought my battle For me, gather needs And wants Tell them, Be my rock, be my stone, My shoulder You are so strong. Break. They laugh, grunt, stumble Over their words Their world, Shot down over candy floss skies. Tell them Be my rock, be my stone, My shoulder You were so strong. Rotation stopped, Life swung around, Spiraling, Spiraling down Down, Down down... D-R-O-P to the solemn slumber. Heros fail Capes caught in a trap And so have you You died, so long ago You died When 5 feet was enough, And giants filled a sea of eternity Hades trapped your soul 12, with hands of checkered flesh. You slipped, fell, Pick it up Make it right Mind says sleep Dream back your innocence Child, Dream back Your life. Scream to him to Stop digging your grave. Sanity, sanity, sanity It holds your soul. Observation Medication Police association You, my inspiration. Tell them Be my rock, be my stone My shoulder. **** you used to be so strong.

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Hail to the King All mighty and strong Hail to the Queen Who sings a great song. King asks for a song The Queen doesn't bare Every night to bed To create a new heir. Weeks speed by And still nothing yet The King is now nervous The Queen's tears are wept. The Queen's clothes are shed As she lay with her King They tumble all night As fertility sings. Nine months later A baby is born But not the right gender So the baby is mourned. The Queen has failed Her dazzeling King And now it's the blade On her neck that must sing.

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Mar 9, 2010

Mar 9, 2010 at 8:53 PM UTC

Prince

Hail to the King All mighty and strong Hail to the Queen Who sings a great song. King asks for a song The Queen doesn't bare Every night to bed To create a new heir. Weeks speed by And still nothing yet The King is now nervous The Queen's tears are wept. The Queen's clothes are shed As she lay with her King They tumble all night As fertility sings. Nine months later A baby is born But not the right gender So the baby is mourned. The Queen has failed Her dazzeling King And now it's the blade On her neck that must sing.

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I saw him on the corner Every day or so. The three days I did not see him Mom said he chose to go. He wrapped his head in plastic As he lay upon the ground He choked on his last breathes Until he made no sound. The moment that I heard this Tears welled up in my eyes And while I wrote this poem I whispered soft goodbyes. I wish I knew him better I wish I knew his name I wish I could have seen his soul But all I saw was pain.

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Mar 9, 2010

Mar 9, 2010 at 6:34 PM UTC

Cornered

I saw him on the corner Every day or so. The three days I did not see him Mom said he chose to go. He wrapped his head in plastic As he lay upon the ground He choked on his last breathes Until he made no sound. The moment that I heard this Tears welled up in my eyes And while I wrote this poem I whispered soft goodbyes. I wish I knew him better I wish I knew his name I wish I could have seen his soul But all I saw was pain.

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