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 Nov 2014 Neath
WickedHope
Don't "talk *****" to me.

I don't want that,
Not nonchalant naughty nouns,
Or violent verbs,
Or anxious adjectives.

I want to be drippingly adorned and intrigued,
By adjectives that ache and torment,
By verbs that are vibrantly vital and tantalize.

I want to be left longfully lusting after lambent language.
I want phrases
that are fantastically formulated
to keep my attention.
 Nov 2014 Neath
Just Melz
There's an ice storm in my brain,
        my thoughts
                     are sliding
                out of control,
         there's a fire in my chest,
                        making ashes
          of what's left of
                     my soul.
A big THANK YOU to Sir Poet and Frank Ruland for inspiring this little "poem" out of me, I'm so proud to call y'all family. ❤
 Nov 2014 Neath
crystallaiz
I'm sorry for being me
when you needed someone else.
To many people, and to myself.
 Nov 2014 Neath
A Sickening Love
This mask is too tight,
I can't seem to get it off.
I put it on so long ago,
I never thought it'd get stuck.
It's been so long I can't remember,
I can't remember what I look like.
All I've known for so long is the mask.
But I've always fit the mask so well,
I can't seem to pull it off of me.
I put it on so long ago.
I put it on too tight.
It's form-fitted to me now...
Can anyone help me rip it off?
Please...
I'm begging...
 Nov 2014 Neath
WickedHope
You told me I looked hot today.
You told me I am ****.
And you said someday, someone will tell me I'm beautiful.
No, I'm sorry, you said someday someone will find me beautiful.
Thanks. Thank you. Thanks. -_-
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