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𝕴 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖆 𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊
𝕴 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖇𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖞𝖔𝖚'𝖗𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖞
𝕭𝖚𝖙 𝕴 𝖉𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖔
𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖞𝖔𝖚
𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖇𝖞 𝖞𝖔𝖚
  10h minx
Brandon
**** the Religious Right
        **** Those That Condemn Others
                **** The Republicans
                        **** The Democrats
                                **** The Government Having Too Much Say In Our Lives
                                  **** Paying Taxes
                                    **** The Gas Company
                                             **** The Water Company
                                                     **** The Electric Company
                                                         ­     **** Cars
                                                            ­          **** Car Payments
                                                        ­                      **** Being Late On Payments
                                                        ­                              **** Bills All Together
                                                        ­                                      **** Not Getting Benefits For Being Early On Payments
                                                        ­                                              **** My Need To Capitalize Every Word
                                                            ­                                                  **** PETA
                                                            ­                                                          **** People That Mistreat Animals
                                                         ­                                                                 ­    **** Vegetarians
                                                     ­                                                                **** Carnivores
                                                      ­                                                        **** Omnivores, What You Can't Choose A Side?!?!?
                                                       ­                                             **** Going To College Just To Work At McDonalds
                                                       ­                                     **** White Collar Getting Paid More Than Blue Collar
                                                          ­                          **** Having A Collar
                                                          ­                  **** The People That Reproduce Too **** Much
                                                            ­         **** Those That Think There's No Future In Children
                                                        ­      **** Commercialism
                                                  ­     **** Never Running Out Of Things To ****
                                               **** People That Say They Have No Friends But They're Always Too Busy To Do Anything Cuz They're Already Hanging Out With Someone Else
                                       **** Anyone Who Likes This Poem
                               **** Anyone Who Doesn’t Like This Poem
                      **** 6,000 Channels On TV And Nothing Is Ever On
              **** The Summer Sun
      **** Global Warming
**** Flat Pop
        **** Hot Coffee That Gets Cold
                **** Pets Dying
                         **** Death
                                 **** Wasting Life
                                         **** People That Talk To Much
                                                 **** People That Cuss
                                                          Fu­ck People That Have A Problem With Cussing
                                                         ­          **** Fox News
                                                            ­               **** Anyone That Lives Their Life Strictly By A Book (especially you Harold And The Purple Crayon people out there)
                                                          ­                          **** Laugh Tracks Telling Me When To Laugh
                                                           ­                                 **** Everything That You Stand For
                                                             ­                                       **** Everything That You Are
                                                             ­                                                **** Everything That You're Not
                                                             ­                                                         **** Finishing This Poem, I'm Gonna Go Eat
                               **** Anything That I Forgot To **** In This POEM
i really have no idea why this appears to be my most popular poem.`
  10h minx
AM
music shaking
lights breaking
bodies moving

but it was just us
drunk in the moment,
drunk on each other

moving slow
while the world
spun

and the space
between us
shrunk

noise everywhere
but inside us
electric silence

promises made
with no time
to hold them

promises made
like they already
belonged to us

and there was no tomorrow
only you
only me

moving slow
in a night
that moved too fast
  10h minx
Travis Green
His macholicious charm
Was erupting in sheer seduction
With every poetic motion
Making me so hot
Making me feel his
Earth-shattering storm
Of mouthwatering allure

I was strung out on his
Raw, masculine awesome sauce
His wild, uncontainable, and
Devouring enticingness
Every inch of him
Radiated majestic greatness

I was so enchanted
By the way he breathed
Talked, walked, and existed
I was gloriously, madly, and
Proudly gay for him
I never wanted to be away from him
  10h minx
Dave M
Beautiful... desirable;
in the sweet green grass... serene, she lay
in the wild flower meadow with a soft smile, and lash-lowered eyes.
A gentle zephyr stirred the dappled shade beneath the old Oak tree
as languorously, she wove a Daisy chain beneath the summer skies.

She whispered;
"If you carve our names in that old tree... here is a token
of our love...
this pretty garland of these blooms that I've been tending;
but, please don't carve them in a heart... for hearts can easily be broken;
carve them within a circle for me... a circle strong, and never-ending."

He gave a little gentle smile; kissed her, and moved towards the tree,
pocket knife in hand, he carefully chose where, her desire, to place.
She lay amidst the meadow flowers, watching... smiling dreamily
as he cut into the bark... a perfect circle there, to trace.

Therein, he carved the twin initials strong and deep, for all to see.
A monument to love on that soft, summer day with skies so blue;
but, as he made the last cut... his blade slipped... quite accidentally,
and nicked his finger, where a bright red drop of blood welled forth, and grew.

She whispered;
"Let me kiss it better..." and raised his finger to her lips;
the crimson droplet on her tongue-tip held a sensual, salty taste.
She pressed her body into him; gently nudging with her hips...
the future might hold anything... such time they had, was not for waste.

His forty-eight hour leave was almost spent... this was their last, sweet day
together,
for who knows how long? Tomorrow he returned to base
to ride the Bombers' Moon night skies... to chance luck over Germany;
his wager with The Reaper, but no clue to tell of time, or place.

Beautiful...desirable;
in the sweet green grass... serene, she lay
in the wild flower meadow... with a soft smile... and lash-lowered eyes.
She pressed his hands upon her *******; and not a word then, did she say
as gently, they made slow, sweet love beneath the clear blue, summer skies.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~­~

Beautiful... just like her mother;
she stood beneath the old Oak tree
and traced the initials in the circle carved so many years ago.
She never knew her father... lost on Op's out over Germany...
he never had the chance to hold his daughter, or to watch her grow.

He never had the chance to stand again beneath the old Oak tree
in the wild flower meadow with her mother, on a summer's day;
the meadow where her life began, amidst the Daisies... endlessly
blooming 'neath a summer sky, so long ago... so far away.

Beautiful... just like her mother;
she stood beneath the old Oak tree
and from her purse, she took her father's pocket knife... the very same
one he used, to carve... A hand upon her shoulder, laid, gently...
she smiled into her lovers' eyes... "It's still here... I'm so glad we came."

"Shall we do the same? I know they'd like us to, if they can see
us down here; it's really something that I'd rather like to do."
And so, he smiled, and took the pocket knife... and started, carefully
to carve both their initials there, beneath the circle... sharp and true.

Beautiful... desirable;
in the sweet green grass... serene, she lay
in the wild flower meadow... with a soft smile... and lash-lowered eyes.
A gentle zephyr stirred the dappled shade beneath the old Oak tree
as languorously, she wove a Daisy chain beneath the summer skies.

She whispered;
"As you carve our names in that old tree... here is my token
of our love... this pretty garland of these blooms that I've been tending;
but, please don't carve them in a heart... for hearts can easily be broken;
carve them within a circle for me... a circle strong, and never-ending."
minx 11h
oh, i don’t know
and i can’t describe it
we sit in this mess
once again
it feels like war tonight.

why are you acting this way ?
i see and feel your frozen eyes
i feel like we’ve gone crazy
we spit out sharp words to each other
things that can’t just be “forgotten.”

cover your eyes
you’re so selfish
acting as if you’ve never been loved
knowing we both regret it
knowing i would regret it.

this is the same every time.
oh, it’s like a waltz,
turning again and again
if we aren’t moving forward,
then we’re staying still.

my head is pounding, just stay quiet
don’t say a word
simply surrender.
what are you angry for,
the irony ?

i’m going crazy
we’re out of sync.
what do i do ?
this terrible love puts us together
and tears us apart

unable to escape from this endless cycle,
i linger by your side
acting as i’ve never loved
it’s cold, and i regret it
we know.

the same things, it’s like a waltz
turn and twirl in place
the never ending war-like love song
we just spend the night dancing,
forced into acting like we’ve ever loved

the next step is meaningless like the last.
we have nothing to be excited about
blindly repeat your apologies
and it’s like i said, it’s like a waltz
we turn again and again, never moving forwards.
STAN ATEEZ !!!! STREAM SELFISH WALTZ !! ON THAT !!!!!

(i basically took the lyrics from selfish waltz, and kyu-ed it up)
minx 21h
you come in without a warrant
where’s your sense of respect ?
do you enjoy belittling me ?
because this isn’t ‘good cop, bad cop’.
you two are ‘bad cop, weak cop’.

stab through my heart then lay it before your eyes
reading every yearning thought
every meaningful emotion
every single desire i’ve ever had.
and you put it in a police file.

sit my witness in the uneasy room
it’s cold in here.
it’s december.
take your file, open it wide
display my mind, my fears that i’ve kept hidden for so long.



COP’S iNTERLUDE

i’M THE ONE
i KNOW WHAT’S BEST.
SURE, i HAVEN’T KNOWN YOU YOUR WHOLE LiFE
BUT i’VE DONE MY RESEARCH.

i’LL HAVE YOU BENT OVER MY CRUiSER
YOUR WRiSTS BOUND TOGETHER BY MY CUFFS
THE METAL iS COLD
i HOPE iT LEAVES A SCAR ON YOUR WHITE HEART

POSSESS YOU BEHiND BARS
i’VE PUBLiCLY EXECUTED YOU
RESiSTiNG ARREST iS SELFiSH, LiTTLE GiRL
YOU ARE LEGALLY CONDEMNED BY MY COMMAND.

DON’T UNDERESTiMATE WHAT i CAN DO.
POWER DRiPS OFF OF MY BODY
i MAY BE A COP
BUT MY LOVE iS A CRiME.



you say
you love me
like a father
as if i
was your own blood.

i don’t resist.
because there’s no one but you
! to ruin me
you build me up
then break me down.

i barely had a father,
who could love me.
you did much more than i could ask for,
but that’s the issue.
i didn’t ask for any of this..

i’ll always be your girl
even if i can’t be
disregard the feelings, the flames
the need coursing through your veins
what will you do if i resist ?
yipyip the connecting piece to DON'T RESIST !! the main speaker for this, is GEMiNi-- and the fragmented text being THE COP !

father figures are a recurring theme with me...
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