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kriskaia
kriskaia
Picturesque in their presence, we stand. Sloping hills beckon us to an icon's call to succeed in life. Remembering tangles assailing like addled brains. Sheer pull pushing us on. sloping hills take us out of the humdrum often
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Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 11:11 PM UTC
Sloping Hills
my life is a tiny pickle green, tight, thin skin and minuscule smiling to lift them higher but here is how my storm begins too many tumbles in the weeds my limbs trailing on shaky ground lost hold on my everyday path strangers are first, my heritage no x-ray vision in my sight my strength, withered a little bit to exert weathered eyes here leaves tiny slivers to myself all the heckling and nagging cemented between two tycoons like gaiety and slavery
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Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 11:02 AM UTC
Just Another Flawed Human
you left me drowning in a pool of beer my core in utter debris to recede my warmth and cheer solely roads waiting anger to recur hidden from the speech has shone the backbone of strength I've earned often lies fleeing from my hidden pain from the rain you lean to drive tired eyes to a big plane
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Feb 11, 2020
Feb 11, 2020 at 10:44 PM UTC
Today's Argument
the smell of metal hit the air permeating eight flights of stairs door opened just a smidgen and on the fridge, hands of crimson walls coated thicker than paint hundred twenty red pounds minus eight eight brick red pounds, gone from the room my partner and I searched all afternoon one skinned body, open legs lay next to three others on display just one missing maroon ball not found, puzzling us all burgundy knives strewn on the floor no trace of other implements in store no tape, or rope on the slain tells our brain of one man's reign maroon pools upon the floor continuing our cringing even more just then the call came in one nut job found, wearing a second skin
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Feb 9, 2020
Feb 9, 2020 at 3:05 AM UTC
Bloodbath
if trees drank like men holding the bottle secure plunging deep erasing obstacles emptying all the liquid
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Feb 9, 2020
Feb 9, 2020 at 2:48 AM UTC
If Trees Drank Like Men
through your eyes lights of wanton and surprise encircling my soft core staging four lives of replies your arms touch leaves me begging for a crutch music you keep teaching me in my chi stands neatly tucked rapid beats spring from my chest to my seat sounds of smiles allay my pain even rain can't shake your heat
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Feb 9, 2020
Feb 9, 2020 at 2:45 AM UTC
A Flare of Passion
the many points on paper shed a life's addled grey matter drawn the substance he beckons to have read a fore life's solid matter flown the conjured ideas contests bring all the schmaltzy addled chatter many light bulbs are a dancing to tongues of core and matter I put captured ideas to paper stirring alive with every stroke to find the day I, the victor the title of writer's note
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Feb 9, 2020
Feb 9, 2020 at 2:37 AM UTC
Mining the Pen
from my lips feathery kisses on my life line's sun kissed tresses child like eyes filling with warmth cherub cheeks robust and rosy my core lights my place, my hearth sweet planes shiver with my caress my paradise, candied silkiness velvet fields I now uncover my hands glide slow on my temptress deafening pulses from lovers
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Feb 9, 2020
Feb 9, 2020 at 2:22 AM UTC
A Romantic Interlude
whimsical flights of fancy appear my heart is all a flutter light bulbs bright and clear tempt me like no other when closed is the wooden door your impulse cap charges all lines signal in uproar extreme escape enlarges the mundane being, you once led in chaos has erupted among grey matter, on paper shed flights of fancy less corrupted
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Jan 11, 2020
Jan 11, 2020 at 1:50 AM UTC
Among the Grey Matter
eye to eye feet to feet, my colored eye visions eclipse, my ideas are visions placed ideas in you, my ideas I placed plateau here, stand still people plateau see my water run, I cannot bear see ken I matter, as my core can not know feet on the floor, gravity holds my feet blocked visions, along a dank path are blocked stronger arms embrace, the weak made stronger torment appears, cloud of black dots torment given over, a cores vision given lost life covered, clouded in a mist lost you captured my core, my core captured you eye full of color, you've given my eye
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Dec 8, 2017
Dec 8, 2017 at 1:14 PM UTC
Finding My Way To You