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 Oct 2016 taia
Styles
Whisper
 Oct 2016 taia
Styles
A warm whisper
so close to your ear
your soul can hear
and your heart can feel
that I mean it.
 Oct 2016 taia
Dark n Beautiful
She had just finish smoking the ****,
Then she decided to write a poem about smoking the joint
Or was it before she wrote the poem, or after she smoke the ****
Was the poem triggered by the ****, or did the **** triggered a write?
Does it matter now, after she rolled the **** into written words and smoke her ideas.
  

Al Cash once wrote that
*My soul absorbs you, my mind inhales your essence, and you confirm my life.” *
She usually took an aspirin after a terrible headache
But thinking out loud now she should have taken the aspirin before the headache
Or before she smoke the ****, that lead to the write
That eventually brought about the poem, which causes a migraine
Now her body reacts to the Drunken Sailor Syndrome
So once again never swallow a spider to **** a fly: just purge.

Never write a poem while smoking the ****,
Poetry is life natural high, an untimely wave that never
Cease to amaze us.
 Oct 2016 taia
Silverflame
You are like a corpse flower;
Beautiful and rare, but with a hint of death
In case you do not know what a corpse flower is or how it looks like, then I suggest you should Google it. It's a very unique and  beautiful flower, but with a foul smell.
 Oct 2016 taia
Dark Delusion
Running as fast as I can.
The only opportunity I’ve got.
I knew it before it even began.
I won’t ever get caught.

Breathing heavy and fast.
The weather has turned bad.
Sought shelter in a house I almost passed.
Now when I think back, I feel so sad.

My tongue is forever away.
They took my reason to speak.
They’ve haunted my astray.
I’m wasting time being weak.

They caught up to me.
I feel like running forever.
It’s a circle...You can’t be free.
My reason to be alive is what they’ll sever.

It’s going around in my head.
I don’t know what they are.
They’ll stay till I’m dead.
They’ve locked me up in a jar.

Keeping my soul till the end.
Shaking the container from the inside.
My emotions is what they distend.
Nowhere to run or hide.

Feeling the presence of my life fading.
The nightmare is only about to begin.
My mentality is what they’re breaking.
I know I’m Haunted From Within.
her
acting apart
my teeth chatter,
my blood with a splatter.
please baby,
don't make my heart shatter.
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