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Can anarchy have empathy?
Yes, in our land of Aussies,
We say no wucking furries,
Always more snags on the barbie,
Still listen to a bit of Acca Dacca,
More burgers and fries from Maccas,
Frocked up in trackie dakkies,
Yes, it's the land of Aussies,
Our form of anarchy has empathy!
Feedback welcome.
Till you can’t walk
Till you are sore,
Yet still smiling
from the thrilling experience,
Till you are sweating pleasure
from every pore.
Till your breath murmurs
my first name with every inhale
Till my voice is the only sound
your ears need to hear.

i would
rest my head on your breast
and listen
Enjoy the sweet tunes composed by
every noted word you harmonize

Tales of your life stories before they became entwined with mine
Narratives about your dreams
About who breaks your glassy heart
And what tickles your eye-ducts
into opening a flood of tears.

an inner world of wishes
she deserves beautiful things,
The Nubian Queen,
Sunflower Child.

~ New-Black-SoUl #NBS
inspired and dedicated to my muse - a banquet of beauty, a model of black excellence and a colourful character and a bubbly spirit. God bless her soul.
                           |
(c) 2016. Phila Dyasi. All Rights Reserved. Intellectual property of author.
 Sep 2016 Feggyr Citack
unnamed
She was another heartless soul
wondering around waiting,
waiting for a love that would save her
from her imprisonment.
Deep, dead, shackled and hopeless
he had her captured,
another skeleton in the graveyard of the hearts he stole.

She was in love with a demon
in all his evil ways she couldn't stay away
she was a feign, for the pain
addicted to this love laced in cyanide.
He knew his power, consciously poisoning her spirit, stealing her innocence and manipulating her mind...

Breeze ©
for anyone dealing with toxic love



(C) 2016. Copyrighted 31 August 2016. Breeze. All rights reserved. Please quote poem with author name, poem title and date published if sharing to external sites without the link or/and if sharing an excerpt of the poem
i'm still figuring out about
what to write.

maybe a little bit about
how we fight
or how you vanished out of sight?

i'm still figuring out about
what we had
it's just too sad
oh-uh, am i going mad?

i'm still figuring out about
what i felt
because all i ever had
was gone in a sec.

i'm still figuring out about
what to write.

maybe about
the sleepless nights
or our endless fights?

or maybe a bit about
the sensation you gave
or your presence that i crave?

i don't know.
i'm still figuring it all out.
what do you guys think?
11.
feed on me
         i am

        at what point can i offer my body up for
        sacrifice

       watch me eat myself yeah yeah yeah
       i feel like dying whether or not anyone is around
       i wonder how much of myself I have eaten
You've been known to reside inside the pockets of our local ******,
more often in my mother's bedside draw.
You were my childhood kiss,
a silhouette of senses dancing on the street;
adolescently sweet.
You were his means to an end,
a partial paralysis of collapsed arteries,
swore only to be a friend.

"Step a little closer,
come take a clearer view."


But those to make it out alive are few.
You said you'd take away the pain,
you became the blood inside our veins.
I watched him rot straight down to the bone,
his agony poured out in moans.

"The shakes, the sweats, how can't you see?
They're all gifts from me."


They always warned us of your games,
I should have known it could only end in shame.
But you were here to stay,
and oh,
how we played.
Spin off of a previous poem, "*******".
 Aug 2016 Feggyr Citack
Melissa S
When you left...
You forgot the poems
written on my heart
My heart crumbled
The poems did too
and then I stopped
took a listen...
Caught a phrase or two
I had tunnel vision
through a kaleidoscope
Your words did return
like a song sung sweetly
The power to reach me so deeply
The music that plays on my heart
Never to be stolen or tore apart
Awoken by the melodies that sing
Oh the power that your words bring
I wonder...
Do my words ever resound in your mind?
or on your heart... ya know the internal
ticker of the red kind?
Why don't you
take a listen...
I bet that you would find
that my words are there
as yours are on mine <3
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