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poetessa-diabolical
poetessa-diabolical
Poetry is much more than ink's indulgence, it's a memorialized rebirth in shared experiences, coming to terms and celebrating verily before our eyes.
~ In ode to all who succumb through wayward passages lined of scribble notes dripping ink’s savagery, staining cursive patterns in Sylvia-like depressions Jarred bells ring down lost tunnels around each dark corner…clang from steeples we chase and beds we lie draped in sadness and shapes of poetic happenstance Tear drop vinaigrette spiced of leftover lifetimes drizzled on leafy desperation bids a tired farewell before time collects the deserved rewards
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Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 11:16 AM UTC
Deserved rewards
*Rose petals devoured    of inky promises blush off garden passages   of amaranthine radiance, written words decayed   on  bruised vines    of intertwining madness, as poetry climbed the     walls of befallen sunlight*
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Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 11:09 AM UTC
Written words decay
*Wildflower 'neath a      giant weeping willow,          comforted by the shade   her fragrance wafting darkly       whispered into the wind ~    she'd been 'betrayed by the sun', frail tendrils blistered      of indiscretion below             burning discrimination,    fallen neath the cracks         suffocating a delicate essence, she could no longer bear the    deep-rooted superficiality            of seeds buried within *****                     little implanted secrets*
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Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 10:07 AM UTC
Shadowed Wildflower
She was gooey like maple syrup      & marshmallow s'mores, stronger than  a mountain lion     protecting her cubs, wore prescription rose-tinted      sunglasses with GPS, she'd been around long enough    to see through most of the          flimflam and negativity, was agile enough to laugh at       her own cheeky caricature, wouldn't put up with the travesty    'neath debauchery's cunning still, she wondered as most do,   what was to become of a world so engrossed in the overthrow     & disparaging mockery of others she bade her time waiting to grow     older and wiser in hopes she'd be around long enough       to experience a sunrise view             in universal accordance       before her own last sunset                   ultimately bit the dust,            burning in all-inclusive ashes
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Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 9:51 AM UTC
Or ultimately we all fall down
**Baggage within       trappings of illusions, love packed away   in neat little compartments gathering cobwebs at      makeshift improvisations, dusting intermittently       if by chance a light            should shine, never wholly untangling     the snare mid a labyrinth of       transparent entrapment,   as violin strings continue       to unlatch the same old key**
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Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 8:22 AM UTC
Labyrinths of Baggage
~ Miles of nothing, beige on beige on beige The sun is screaming, blistering my skin, draining me slowly as breath is heated and tastes bitter Shoulders slung low I can’t stand straight, bent over struggling, nothing is anywhere and nowhere is here Leaving footprints for the wind dancers, black feather fathers, winged circlers High above, watching sifting time in weakened increments, hourglass patterns of falling granules sinking deeper Water is a dream and this dream, a nightmare for it is there, just ahead, I can see it glistening but it does not exist nothing exists, as the oasis in my mind dries up, leaving empty indentations on horizontal planes, flat lands of arid emotions drifting in and out reaching for… reaching
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Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 7:58 AM UTC
The sun is screaming
Still hunger for your skin,   thirsting the lips that    once melded into mine one last blissful night together   flowing of wine and passion, never suspecting you were    letting me down easy, our hearts were in sync -       or so I was led to believe    veiled in ecstasy,     a cruelty worse than death       in the least, dying has a final chapter
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Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 10:52 AM UTC
Love's final chapter
*Devoured by the intensity,   words that quench the soul an enchanting intoxication - -     like a spirited ******       whetting a voracious thirst,   plunging in for another swallow    of adoration's satiated ******
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Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 3:06 PM UTC
Voracious Thirst
The  poesy of chef's soup du jour,    peppered in a skillfully            pauperized simmer        or sublimely enriched dish of           ultimate truffle butter grandeur,    tastefully rendered in the         aromatic broken bread of            delectable poetry's bouquet
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Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 12:53 PM UTC
Feasting on Poetry
Secrets drowning in blood          steeped depictions, cunningly smothered   of familial tied executions, heredity oft an unkind      sacramental entanglement, deeply rooted in    disparaging divisions, disintegrated 'neath ashes       of unresolved deliverance
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Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 12:31 PM UTC
Blood Divisions