royskin - Hello Poetry

I felt it Yet again you win I can't hold it back No more will I do so I accept your hold on me I agree to the truth of you To my reality that's tied to you I'll ease into this I'll let myself feel every tinge of it It may hurt it may be bliss It may be nothing at all It may be something I'll never know If I fail to try You with me

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Sep 9, 2020

Sep 9, 2020 at 11:58 AM UTC

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I felt it Yet again you win I can't hold it back No more will I do so I accept your hold on me I agree to the truth of you To my reality that's tied to you I'll ease into this I'll let myself feel every tinge of it It may hurt it may be bliss It may be nothing at all It may be something I'll never know If I fail to try You with me

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Living beyond my horizon A pain felt Why within my sphere you aren't Wish that could be answered Better still I travel miles in lost world Hovering over an illusion Thoughts of you mapping further A master's pet, loyal To oblivion my heart's set Engraved to a hopeless course Each step a twisted fate of luck Finding you, my unwavering goal

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Dec 9, 2014

Dec 9, 2014 at 8:35 AM UTC

Finding You.

Living beyond my horizon A pain felt Why within my sphere you aren't Wish that could be answered Better still I travel miles in lost world Hovering over an illusion Thoughts of you mapping further A master's pet, loyal To oblivion my heart's set Engraved to a hopeless course Each step a twisted fate of luck Finding you, my unwavering goal

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Words gain ambiguous-ness when they finally reach my mind. With an except of few. Beauty being of such few; thinking it through, ...it does have meanings.

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Aug 30, 2014

Aug 30, 2014 at 1:00 PM UTC

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Words gain ambiguous-ness when they finally reach my mind. With an except of few. Beauty being of such few; thinking it through, ...it does have meanings.

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Innocent is your smile Curious your eyes always are Loving your heart's state Most joyous companion around Little angel of love

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Jul 27, 2014

Jul 27, 2014 at 4:08 AM UTC

my little Davida

Innocent is your smile Curious your eyes always are Loving your heart's state Most joyous companion around Little angel of love

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Looking at her pics blures me She has contradicting effects on me She makes me laugh and cry She makes me dull and bright I hate that I love her so Running away gets me to her Writing about her makes me furious Thinking about her gets me going Not acknowledging her keeps me sane

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Jul 25, 2014

Jul 25, 2014 at 9:34 AM UTC

her effects

Looking at her pics blures me She has contradicting effects on me She makes me laugh and cry She makes me dull and bright I hate that I love her so Running away gets me to her Writing about her makes me furious Thinking about her gets me going Not acknowledging her keeps me sane

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Knowing that you're pretty is quite enough to make me smile when I think of you. And having you smile at me makes my day.

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Jul 25, 2014

Jul 25, 2014 at 8:16 AM UTC

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Knowing that you're pretty is quite enough to make me smile when I think of you. And having you smile at me makes my day.

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It swept around with electrifying speed, and as it passed along each mind it gained gruesome new details. Raging with a tenebrous effect that rears against the stars like an abandoned ship. Looking down, he realized he had surprised himself with his own strength. Having the look of an exotic albino. His face drained of all blood, realizing the facts before him. Its over.

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Jul 22, 2014

Jul 22, 2014 at 2:35 AM UTC

over.

It swept around with electrifying speed, and as it passed along each mind it gained gruesome new details. Raging with a tenebrous effect that rears against the stars like an abandoned ship. Looking down, he realized he had surprised himself with his own strength. Having the look of an exotic albino. His face drained of all blood, realizing the facts before him. Its over.

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She is worth more than the sight of a galaxy, worth more than the definition of beauty and imperfection. She is unnatural; her essence of beauty is a mental defectiveness, a deformity, for none of her lineaments exhibit any of those touching imperfections that reconcile us to the imperfection of the world. His gaze was fixed upon her as she felt un-ease. She could feel every piece of clothing on her fade as he undressed her with his look. Having no regard for her being, keeping a lustful look upon her physique. A prey for his pleasure he sees her. He made the impression of an animal yawping for harmony. Yet he knows better than to pounce on her, searching within himself he finds a means imprinted deep upon his limbic stem. He studies patiently for her weakness, her innocence his first victim. He tells her what she wants to hear, being careful with his selective half-truths. Guiding her gently to his already devised plan. Secluding her further from those close to her. His contagious condemnation made her emotions hunger for His lovable excrescence. He was desperate and without a word he infected her with an anxious sickness. He couldn't help himself with mesmerizing thoughts, breeding words of his ***** desire; such words were made known to her through his eyes. For He desired to plunge his spear into her most precious sheath and play a game that fulfills a fierce urge that she can't deny. Her realization is too late. With none around to keep her from him. Knowing she is all at his mercy, he defile's her. Feasting upon her virtue, degrading her till she finds no esteem for her being; while she stands within the inconspicuous pentagram of her own virginity. She is a never seen mirror, an unbroken egg, a sealed vas, a desired emotion, that made her magical; her magic made him, a slave. His touch both destroys and comforts her; she could feel his naked eyes roaring flashes through her thoughts with the urge of a beast, to strip her skin away and clothe her with his, and to drown her in the capacity of mirrored lust.

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Jul 21, 2014

Jul 21, 2014 at 11:45 AM UTC

Pleasured prey.

She is worth more than the sight of a galaxy, worth more than the definition of beauty and imperfection. She is unnatural; her essence of beauty is a mental defectiveness, a deformity, for none of her lineaments exhibit any of those touching imperfections that reconcile us to the imperfection of the world. His gaze was fixed upon her as she felt un-ease. She could feel every piece of clothing on her fade as he undressed her with his look. Having no regard for her being, keeping a lustful look upon her physique. A prey for his pleasure he sees her. He made the impression of an animal yawping for harmony. Yet he knows better than to pounce on her, searching within himself he finds a means imprinted deep upon his limbic stem. He studies patiently for her weakness, her innocence his first victim. He tells her what she wants to hear, being careful with his selective half-truths. Guiding her gently to his already devised plan. Secluding her further from those close to her. His contagious condemnation made her emotions hunger for His lovable excrescence. He was desperate and without a word he infected her with an anxious sickness. He couldn't help himself with mesmerizing thoughts, breeding words of his ***** desire; such words were made known to her through his eyes. For He desired to plunge his spear into her most precious sheath and play a game that fulfills a fierce urge that she can't deny. Her realization is too late. With none around to keep her from him. Knowing she is all at his mercy, he defile's her. Feasting upon her virtue, degrading her till she finds no esteem for her being; while she stands within the inconspicuous pentagram of her own virginity. She is a never seen mirror, an unbroken egg, a sealed vas, a desired emotion, that made her magical; her magic made him, a slave. His touch both destroys and comforts her; she could feel his naked eyes roaring flashes through her thoughts with the urge of a beast, to strip her skin away and clothe her with his, and to drown her in the capacity of mirrored lust.

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Her eyes were as black as coal, black as her hair; her lips were redder than blood. Her teeth seemed sharp, even then, in the moonlight. I had been frozen by her, owned and dominated. But at the moment I warmed to her. She told people bad things about me; a little truth to add savor to the dish, but mixed with many lies. Lies and half-truths fall like snow, covering the things that I remember, the things I saw. A landscape, unrecognizable after a snowfall: that is what she has made of my life. A vacant gaze of idiots.

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Jul 19, 2014

Jul 19, 2014 at 2:12 PM UTC

Her Hold..

Her eyes were as black as coal, black as her hair; her lips were redder than blood. Her teeth seemed sharp, even then, in the moonlight. I had been frozen by her, owned and dominated. But at the moment I warmed to her. She told people bad things about me; a little truth to add savor to the dish, but mixed with many lies. Lies and half-truths fall like snow, covering the things that I remember, the things I saw. A landscape, unrecognizable after a snowfall: that is what she has made of my life. A vacant gaze of idiots.

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She looks in the mirror And see's someone staring straight back at her A lost little girl With cold hard eyes And no expression on her face Trying to cover up the pain she feels A lost little girl With too much anger inside of her too control So she takes it out on everyone around her Because she can't stop herself A tear falls from her eye Realizing that this lost little girl Who is staring back at her Is in fact herself Her reflection So wiping her tears away She steps closer to the mirror Looks herself in the eyes And whispers to herself "Who have I become?"

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Apr 10, 2014

Apr 10, 2014 at 7:10 PM UTC

Lost girl

She looks in the mirror And see's someone staring straight back at her A lost little girl With cold hard eyes And no expression on her face Trying to cover up the pain she feels A lost little girl With too much anger inside of her too control So she takes it out on everyone around her Because she can't stop herself A tear falls from her eye Realizing that this lost little girl Who is staring back at her Is in fact herself Her reflection So wiping her tears away She steps closer to the mirror Looks herself in the eyes And whispers to herself "Who have I become?"

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