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 Nov 2015 Lily
Sin
My Darkside
 Nov 2015 Lily
Sin
I'm not a bad person or so I thought
It's just this urge
An itch
On skin so taught
A scab that lies upon my arm
All dried and red with scorn

Just like you now laying there
Naked flesh
A tempting fare
Unable to talk
Let alone scream
Don't look like that its not a dream

My hand I'll guide around your form
Such tender skin like silk adorned
A mannequin of silence
Born

Your ******* exite in a way I might
Cut you just a little bit
My heart beats fast
I cannot last
The humiliation
I give now

So close your eyes my pretty scab
And let me scratch that itch
Just lay still and let me feel
Your my ******* *****
I like to write darker but maybe someone can recommend a site for that. Thank you.
 Nov 2015 Lily
Court
A TYPE OF LOVE THAT MAKES ME TYPE IN ALL CAPS
A TYPE OF LOVE THAT MAKES ME FEEL LIKE AN ED SHEERAN SONG
A TYPE OF LOVE THAT HAS ME SINGING IN THE SHOWER AGAIN
A TYPE OF LOVE THAT I TALK ABOUT TOO MUCH
A TYPE OF LOVE THAT IS MORE THAN JUST BUTTERFLIES IN MY STOMACH
"this feels like falling in love"
 Nov 2015 Lily
Nat Lipstadt
How Many Calories in a Poem?


visualizing the invisible,
we deconstruct the content,
the in-titled label reviewed,
querying,
is this one worth the cost?

looking for true fiber,
then further inquire,
perchance,
are there grams of
kick-starting emotive proteins,
stored and lurking within,
homes for the cells
that will inspire, transform,
mere readers into mountainous writers

lean on those scripts,
injected with just hints,
resting ribbons of flavorful fat equipped,
for there will always be
the tyranny
of the those of the sparse faith,
those writers of haiku brevity,
believers that
fat free,
is the only,
but lonely,
bene of beauty

death from ignorance to those
who would poison the fruit
of the alphabet tree,
coat produce, with glossy chemicals,
that preserve the shiny exteriors,
cooking up false feasts interior,
saturating us with the trans-fats of trite,
oily verbosity and labels of organic,
that conceal the risks of
hyper-pretensivity

an every poem, seasoned for taste,
a dash of diamond sea salts,
scatter on pinches of pearls
of Caribbean cane sugar,
sprinkle human sins and cinnamon
for zest and tang,
for inspiration and flavoring,
for the souls tonguing tastebuds,
needy for reasons
to celebrate  commissioning
the enticing exhalations of appreciative
oohs and ahs!

Warning!
this poem was processed
in a old, out-of-date factory,
that is most assuredly not,
nat-nut free*

but even if allergic,
be unafraid to taste the acerbic,
for there are
poems
suited for everyones, even your
peculiarities

you want your essayed poems
to brim healthy caloric,
grow them as offshoots
of your very own organs

you need not seek anothers certification,
if filled they are
with the mettle of iron,
built to be
calcium-fortified structures,
with the perpetual strong bones
of rhyme and sonnet

let each worded edifice
be the food,
stored to be gifted
to our progeny,
by their ever living on,
marking us,
marking them

omit the trite,
we ken no need,
for it is the false emptiness of
misleading carbohydrates,
that only fatten,
for the briefest satisfaction,
purposed for the killing of fulfilling,
dulling that which only
a well prepared
dish poetic,
can bring to healthy enliven
the human spirit




Nov. 12, 2015
Aboard Delta #2499
5:10 pm
when you are trying to lose weight, you obsess about bad calories
in everything...
 Nov 2015 Lily
mrmonst3r
Untitled
 Nov 2015 Lily
mrmonst3r
The promise
of emptiness
Is no reward for
the miles you
Walked
on daggers.
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