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Odonko-ba Aug 2016
Salty tears
Slither like snakes in summer
Meandering moments of madness mused

Ratchet heart and rabid tongue retorts
Flimflam fluke fisticuffs fought

A mirrored mirage manically manifest
A parade of psychosis fevered pitch

Easy the embryo erased eternal
Gods grace given gone

Sanguine souls stand sequestered
A pitiful penitent they plead

A song of Solomon heralds
Cherubs on chariots
Carrying chalices crafted of gold

Seeks repentance refrained from sin

All souls suffer life myriad interpretations
And all
Must answer
In
The
End
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
the
persimmon  
cloud
*******      
loudly        
announcing        

a      

purple
passion
panorama

kissing          
collective          
          
cacti  
cruising

the
crinoline          

crepustular                      
monochromatic


*cosmos
Fun with words!
GaryFairy Jul 2016
harvesting parts from my garden of carnage
farming the darkness of my own catharsis
revealing the marks regarding the tarnish
hitting the target, the heart of the artist

how many times have i died?
to show the "i" that i am inside
nothing to hide, i'm cut open wide
these lines of rhymes are my suicide

embarking on journeys to harness the farthest
charting the course that startles the smartest
imparting a sparkle with scars as a garnish
hitting the target, the heart of the artist
Wide Eyes Jul 2016
Chalance is the quiver in your vivacious voice as you tell them you're fine.
The trepid tear you battle as you proclaim that you don't care anymore.
The leering lump in your throat as you scream indifference from the rooftops.
The murky melancholy you mask with the widest of smiles,
The sinful scars that lurk beneath your flawless ensemble.
The six strategic seconds you pause before you tell the universe you're nonchalant
The word chalant is only as non-existent as your nonchalance.
Jordan Fischer Jun 2016
A beautiful butterfly beams by in the brisk bright morning hours.
The alliteration of the first line is enough to make you swoon.
Beauty comes in many forms as such as an amazing altogether auspicious line of aggressive, aggrandizing well written word play

But just think of the amount of well written expression that was possible with any of those starter lines.

Instead you are full of nagging narcolepsy that nags at your knees.
Falling below even the fewest standards
Oskar Erikson Jun 2016
Solicited smiles
Send shivers.
Somewhat surprising!
Shouldn't snakes
Send slithers?
Brandy C Zoch Jun 2016
Fancy, a flighty folly,
I’ve found fairly hard to find.
As soon as she stops searching
so suddenly it slips into sight.

Love’s lack leaves life lackluster,
but lust can lead life lessons
Wayward ones will waste them.
While worrywarts wail un-waning.
July 3, 2013
Leila Valencia Jun 2016
Carefully caressing your cheek
Fretting fiercely over fig cake
Greeting gracefully
Gorging gloriously

Happily humming hyms heroically
While finishing fig cake ferociously

Starting in p ending in y

Plainly pointing the position
The poppies placed with percision

Deliciously devilishly delightful
Boy! Fig cake filled me up...

Sitting, satiating sizable crumbs
Placed on the poppy plate

Suddenly the slightest smell sinks my sore eyes
I decided to rise to go to bed

Ahhhhhh....
Eating and sleeping. My lovely paradise
GaryFairy Jun 2016
i've been living on the fly for a while
a dive from the sky for a sight of the vile
i tried to find out why they can cry with a smile
but they decide to lie and die in denial

they divide the ties and put eyes on trial
hiding behind a blinding pride with guile
buying is their guide to arriving in style
vying for the high life with titles they compile

and i have no way to get home

looks like i'm stuck in the muck and the muddle
out of luck where i was put just to hush in the struggle
cuffed to this crust is just enough to bust my bubble
another **** to fuss and cuss in the dust and rubble

https://soundcloud.com/gary-loftis/alien-report-3
originally title  "alien report 3", then i realized that i could't find alien report 3
Steven Forrester May 2016
The desert heat can be oppressive
Pressing down
From sky to ground
Can you hear that sound?
There's a sizzling in the sand
Slithering like a sidewinder
Wandering wistfully westward
A silent snake
The day breaks
And becomes hotter still
Skyrocketing
Along with your bills ;)
To all my desert dwellers
This one's for you
I hope you beat the heat
As I hope I'm going to
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