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joni-1
18/F New to poetry just playing around see
Only see my stupidity as that off my age A point where love is that of embrace and tender kisses The understanding for just lust is lost And a heart breaks when what they took was something you thought was your connection When two bodies intertwine and they slip into you Fear then pain then calm as they seize you. Then you are one . But off your age comes childish stupidity and once done does not mean you are together for long.
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Nov 2, 2019
Nov 2, 2019 at 8:21 PM UTC
It’s just ***
The cat sits on a mat, Rather then a hat. Which belonged to batt who insisted that he couldn’t stay and chat As he was trying to buy a flat. The cat who sat on the mat thought why I’m I a cat, he said feeling distraught I’m not interesting at all. All I do is sought Vengeance on mouse who fought For a house. I know longer want to be cat who sits on a mat
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Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 4:37 PM UTC
Childish
To be a poet is the end goal you achieved it What did I acheive? You reincarnated me, not as a animal or a human. Not even a life form for that matter, But you put me in a sonnet in a cluster of words. I’m not religious as such but my god poets can resurrect. Feeling in a simple rhythm The physicality of it is uncanny Words that I wish would slip past my tongue. My god poets can resurrect. What pleasure is must be to bloom so sweetly. Does the words come quickly? Once I find my hand,fingers and knuckles. Pen to paper, finger to lips would it come naturally? We will see if I can bring air back into lungs deflated by time. May I stumble to present my work. Or hold my tongue as they look at the beginning. My god poets can resurrect. Must I find sense of place? Drip a cigarette between my fingers Papered apartment full of hero’s of song,who now quite as you write the new. Ability coming naturally you insisted. Do I not need a Parisan perspective. Or do I need ordinary to flourish private extraordinary. My god poets,poets...can
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Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 11:38 AM UTC
Poets can resurrect
Steal a conversation Steal a feeling Steal a memory Bring me the saying of lust Bring me the feeling of passion Bring thoughts to cherish Desperation of affection Humiliation of isolation Obligation to love me Steal my heart Steal my soul Steal my body For yours in return
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Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 1:55 PM UTC
A gift from me