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poshh
poshh
17/F momentarily
I'm a casket of memories, drunk on your shortfalls lying in my bed incarcerated by your laughter a reverie, pink elephants in echo of your sublime my bare bane this abyss of remembrance that I have become will drown my alive leaving my corpse barren in aches with a craving no longer tasteful with arms no longer holding you with a long lost heart, you exhumed a while ago,        two little love birds        sitting on a wall        one wished forever    the other took a fall, you took a fall.
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Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 10:25 AM UTC
Untitled
There's a darkness inside It's permanence like the cosmic sky You can bring the sun right into me And I will shine in the brightest hues Igniting my inhibitions in lilac fumes Dangling in the crimson ceramic Happy and astute But like every sunset The sun will come set on me Leaving me in the darkness of rye Only truth to this ? The darkness never left It stayed safe and composed Just like the night sky Waiting on the sun to go.
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Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 10:12 AM UTC
This thing of darkness i achknowledge mine
Let's lie under the moon in space, white light on your face eyes held, fast breath just you and me, disrupting sanity hold my hand, follow my gaze touch my lip, let me embrace let's drift into daylight and when the sun comes goodbye, I have errands.
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Sep 1, 2017
Sep 1, 2017 at 11:19 AM UTC
errands
You and me, we stand together smiling, in the perfect lighting, fine dress, pleasant weather, momentarily existing, momentarily loving, away from reality, just us and a sunny day, I guess we forgot   we were just moulded clay, and when the rain came we got washed away, now you're just a memory in a polaroid, tucked in an old book I tend to avoid.
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Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 11:05 AM UTC
polaroid
I'll undress myself, undress all my coats, undress all my fears, strip to my sheer. I'll show you but will you want to see ? what will your thoughts be to my naked, unadorned alive, will you look around or will you hold your gaze, as layer by layer i unfold myself, strip myself down to my bare, undrunk skin, will you still call me poetry as i take you on a tour of my anatomy, will you explore all my fissures or stay gauging at the first shortfall, will you understand the traces of my wounds, the wounds not from battlefields but from gentle smudges of unfinished love, each covered with bandage, not healing just concealing, trying to stop the pain from bleeding, covering my corpse in aches, and so i keep my gaurd up, no strolling on passion boulevards, for torment and agony were never printed on invitation cards, but when the time comes and you compel me to, i'll let my inner demons out for you, and as i strip down to my sheer, i wonder, will you peer or look away, will your thoughts run astray, will you love the bone and flesh just as much as, you loved the carapace.
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Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 12:44 PM UTC
undress myself
I stand amongst a crowd of strangers Each feeling their identity is in danger Laughing loudly but only when you do too So many things that I want to do But only if you do them too I try to recoup my eccentricity yet it stays unaided Every gesture well calculated Never questioned never debated Lacking what once was mine and only mine Today I stand jaded, lost to time Comforting myself by calling it all a part of the design I stand amongst a crowd of strangers Each woman wanting to change her Widening waist size engulfing my poise And my mind losing control over those petty boys I’m told to love myself and rejoice OH!  What a marvel is this thing called me Yet I think of me as a fruit of some poisonous tree It’s like a flea stuck on me Funny how my arch nemesis Is me, and how my inhibition’s genesis Was me, yet I couldn’t keep it off my premises I stand amongst a crowd of strangers I call them my friends and my neighbors We stay together and laugh each day But in between all the laughs our thoughts run astray Going places and times I prefer not to say We stay so entwined in our thoughts, so confined that how unnatural it is to find It’s not just me who loses her mind And yet every day I meet, sit and greet Hoping one day someone understands my need My need for the same two hands, same two feet.
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Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 6:01 AM UTC
crowd of strangers