michelle-s - Hello Poetry

He pulls away and she is Ragged, racked for breath Ripped red shades as he Stole away the tape so Flawlessly placed on her Painted wet lips now Trembling mascara making Marks through to her soul Flowing down her face into The pit of hell that's past her Heart between her legs lying Lost in the bed broken and Bent beyond desires don't deny it He says she wanted every moment of Misery mistaken in the throes of Taken Passion.

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Feb 21, 2014

Feb 21, 2014 at 2:55 AM UTC

Taken Passion

He pulls away and she is Ragged, racked for breath Ripped red shades as he Stole away the tape so Flawlessly placed on her Painted wet lips now Trembling mascara making Marks through to her soul Flowing down her face into The pit of hell that's past her Heart between her legs lying Lost in the bed broken and Bent beyond desires don't deny it He says she wanted every moment of Misery mistaken in the throes of Taken Passion.

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My anonymity and self exposition Fill a hole that has been dug out Shoveled and scraped I'm a nobody girl Who bares all with a faceless nameless body Of curvatures and temptation They don't know the girl But they love the body And it helps me feel whole All the while I'm your nobody girl And you don't even know.

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Jun 6, 2013

Jun 6, 2013 at 1:08 AM UTC

Sometimes you put a record on that gives my secrets a name

My anonymity and self exposition Fill a hole that has been dug out Shoveled and scraped I'm a nobody girl Who bares all with a faceless nameless body Of curvatures and temptation They don't know the girl But they love the body And it helps me feel whole All the while I'm your nobody girl And you don't even know.

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We've all got them. from passion and hatred, Violence or lust. They are left as a guide through the past and present, Some times read to tell the future, some say things we never want to hear.

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Apr 24, 2013

Apr 24, 2013 at 11:32 AM UTC

Bruises, Marks, and Scars

We've all got them. from passion and hatred, Violence or lust. They are left as a guide through the past and present, Some times read to tell the future, some say things we never want to hear.

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Without even trying I'll be the devil that haunts you.

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Apr 24, 2013

Apr 24, 2013 at 11:25 AM UTC

Denial (10w)

Without even trying I'll be the devil that haunts you.

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Care about the past Compare to any others Wonder about anyone else Worry about bones left over from forgotten skeletons in closets I am always Mind, body, and soul yours In love with everything you are Contemplating forever With you

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Apr 5, 2013

Apr 5, 2013 at 12:50 PM UTC

I Won't Ever

Care about the past Compare to any others Wonder about anyone else Worry about bones left over from forgotten skeletons in closets I am always Mind, body, and soul yours In love with everything you are Contemplating forever With you

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There are songs up your sleeve Lines of your soul like a road map of How you feel put into poetry And I'd love to feel how the chords hum When they are strummed over me

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Apr 4, 2013

Apr 4, 2013 at 1:17 PM UTC

You Speak Shivers Down My Spine

There are songs up your sleeve Lines of your soul like a road map of How you feel put into poetry And I'd love to feel how the chords hum When they are strummed over me

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"My sweet baby girl." And my heart jumps A smile touches my lips Just before they touch yours Where we can taste the Subtle edges of love Held deeper than words express.

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Feb 8, 2013

Feb 8, 2013 at 12:53 AM UTC

Simplicity

"My sweet baby girl." And my heart jumps A smile touches my lips Just before they touch yours Where we can taste the Subtle edges of love Held deeper than words express.

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I've painted a sky just for you With fractals of stars Inspired by infinite growth And increasing familiarity That began under a star filled Night that brought us love.

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Jan 23, 2013

Jan 23, 2013 at 12:29 PM UTC

Galaxies

I've painted a sky just for you With fractals of stars Inspired by infinite growth And increasing familiarity That began under a star filled Night that brought us love.

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Everybody knows something is there. In your eyes behind hands approaching your face. Take a drag, watch the glow and drift of ash. But we're from a silenced society. Speaking is weak and leads to your downfall. Better hope the best things in your life don't waste away, Just like you flick away the wasted half a smoke. Both the **** of an ironically cruel joke. All because we've been taught through repetition to keep certain things to ourselves.

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Jan 22, 2013

Jan 22, 2013 at 4:17 PM UTC

Unspoken Battles

Everybody knows something is there. In your eyes behind hands approaching your face. Take a drag, watch the glow and drift of ash. But we're from a silenced society. Speaking is weak and leads to your downfall. Better hope the best things in your life don't waste away, Just like you flick away the wasted half a smoke. Both the **** of an ironically cruel joke. All because we've been taught through repetition to keep certain things to ourselves.

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lately, much more and I feel ill again Not a cold Or a flu not Physical sickness More darkness Than anything I don't like to fight it Rather control it but Control is half the problem. I know it's wrong that I'm healthy By measurable Medical standards But I want to be less. I'd rather not pass Sustenance unwanted through lips that resist When the result loads Loathing and disgust. So cut back little by Little, still isn't enough, still too much... Maybe I'll just go Run another mile.

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Jan 21, 2013

Jan 21, 2013 at 1:35 AM UTC

coffee, nicotine, water

lately, much more and I feel ill again Not a cold Or a flu not Physical sickness More darkness Than anything I don't like to fight it Rather control it but Control is half the problem. I know it's wrong that I'm healthy By measurable Medical standards But I want to be less. I'd rather not pass Sustenance unwanted through lips that resist When the result loads Loathing and disgust. So cut back little by Little, still isn't enough, still too much... Maybe I'll just go Run another mile.

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