isible - Hello Poetry

She demands my attention Yet chooses not to disclose herself And stays hidden With such great ambiguity She whisper words That lingers infinitely In the echoing vortex of my imagination Am i to b intimidated by her existence Or to embrace her whispering intuitions The road it leads to, is far too less travelled Is this insanity or a work of a miracle She never leaves me idle For her presence is forever felt In between the crippled thoughts Dancing in her own rhythm

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Apr 3, 2017

Apr 3, 2017 at 8:14 AM UTC

isible

Demons under my hood

She demands my attention Yet chooses not to disclose herself And stays hidden With such great ambiguity She whisper words That lingers infinitely In the echoing vortex of my imagination Am i to b intimidated by her existence Or to embrace her whispering intuitions The road it leads to, is far too less travelled Is this insanity or a work of a miracle She never leaves me idle For her presence is forever felt In between the crippled thoughts Dancing in her own rhythm

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Love and lust Are two strong drive With a thin lining in between And choice somehow always falls in our hand To embrace an ultimate drive in us all In order to keep the fire inside burning! Whether it be called madness or following your passion. #amateur writing:)

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Feb 27, 2017

Feb 27, 2017 at 9:47 AM UTC

isible

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Love and lust Are two strong drive With a thin lining in between And choice somehow always falls in our hand To embrace an ultimate drive in us all In order to keep the fire inside burning! Whether it be called madness or following your passion. #amateur writing:)

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A pitiful heart Cried every night As the howling mean thoughts Kept creeping out of her own secret hide Kept reminding her How everything fails and has no cause For, the truth is it always will die And memories made are always at loss

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Feb 15, 2017

Feb 15, 2017 at 12:12 PM UTC

isible

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A pitiful heart Cried every night As the howling mean thoughts Kept creeping out of her own secret hide Kept reminding her How everything fails and has no cause For, the truth is it always will die And memories made are always at loss

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How doth thou wake with an aching need? For femmes and games and **** loads of **** To he who dost appreciate the weight of a lass As spindly and petite with one hell of an *** Dost thou think for a mo... That the only love felt tis that of a *** Thou wast the only one left in the bar With an overdose of E and a fool hearty scar Nay my dear boy as one could only believe A fuckboi thou art, and a fuckboi thou'll be

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isible

Jan 22, 2017

Jan 22, 2017 at 2:00 PM UTC

lachrymose-and-lies

Ode To A Fuckboi

How doth thou wake with an aching need? For femmes and games and **** loads of **** To he who dost appreciate the weight of a lass As spindly and petite with one hell of an *** Dost thou think for a mo... That the only love felt tis that of a *** Thou wast the only one left in the bar With an overdose of E and a fool hearty scar Nay my dear boy as one could only believe A fuckboi thou art, and a fuckboi thou'll be

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I am time, i am infinity. Many come and tries best to decipher me Endless, i am like the sea. In the quest of desire to seek Reflection, u shall see of inscrutable abstract Perished scion left with no traces Heed, Only vague footprint towards azrael tomorrow's ashes ..

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Jan 22, 2017

Jan 22, 2017 at 12:08 PM UTC

isible

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I am time, i am infinity. Many come and tries best to decipher me Endless, i am like the sea. In the quest of desire to seek Reflection, u shall see of inscrutable abstract Perished scion left with no traces Heed, Only vague footprint towards azrael tomorrow's ashes ..

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