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B D Caissie Aug 24
B
Bedridden
Bewildered soul
Banished from play
Brought down by illness
Breaks free only in dreams
Max Aug 9
I finally know why I always have a plan-B,

It's because I'm really terrified Plan-A will fail.
Really scared of the future
SuperCunt Jun 23
Stick your fingers in my mouth.
Please.
Stick your fingers in my mouth.
Like I do.
Stick your hand down my throat,
Please.
Honey.
I’ll show you how.
To reach down my esophagus and rip the life out of me.
Like I do.
Mmm.
Just like that.

See? It’s not so hard.
Now do it again. And again and again and again and again.
Please.
acacia Jun 16
Not these nymphs, but you,
I would perpetuate.
Not these boys, but you,
boyish man. (Fresh-faced men like you.)
You hit me with your stubborn clanging fists, and I sit
watching you with my round doe eyes, and you stay
standing.

Your scruff burns me, but you keep
sliding on me. The breeze swirls around your ears, the leaves sweep
itself over your feet, the rain are flutes.
I conduct the ruins of what used to be, into the castle
of now,

I take some wild clovers
and some green vines from here and there;
weaving into the wheat, the wheat sewn into the doors;
the thresholds lined with sugar to keep you here,
lined with salt to keep me here.

You,
my fruitful man, gazing at me from your rocks,
(the rocks by the water, which if followed, would get pulled down deeper and deeper, until you've awash unto his shore)
penetrate me with your stoney eyes;
skyey you are not, limpid you are not,
tangible you are, my innocence you do not wish to keep.

You hold my sugar in a cup,
you drink from the tears of
my callow face.
("Too innocent," you say I am. You say, "I need to violate.")

You string your words on a ribbon of silk, and
your eyes hop from person from book, because they all bore you --
and you lean on your elbow with your chin resting in your palm,

with twiney fingers and veins;
you, my opaque man:
let me get lost in your waves, in your dew, in your fog.
You, my boyish man, my devilish god, I would perpetuate.
Was it a dream I loved?

inspired by The Afternoon of a Faun by Stephane Mallarame
Raj Bhandari Jun 1
Big
I need a large  A.C to sleep in !!!
#b
acacia Apr 28
Dripping down the mountains seemed
to hang the Cliffs of Dover;
falling under the tundra where all of the turtle doves go.
And I won’t back down, no, I won’t back down:
go ahead and charge me all you want.

Something silly slides down your pale moonlight skin,
something cool slicks on to my ebony coconut skin.

See my sun set curls? See my oven-baked twirls basking in the dry heat of the night?

So, I won’t back down. No, I won’t back down:
go ahead and free me all you want.

You sit and tickle your fingers down my leg,
I feel each and every goosebump raise, while my hair bears arms, and my heart
keeps knocking —
you always answer and show forever hospitality.


My love for you grows into
the most splendid looking tree —
it tastes of natural and artificial sweeteners;
you like eight packets of sugar,
and you like it when I’m three —
we’re a perfect match, you won’t be
leaving me.

I love you.
ok okay Apr 20
Let me die and take me to nowhere
nowhere is better than heaven !
Johnny walker Apr 19
A 29-year journalist by name Lyra Mckee murdered doing her job
I feel so sorry for her family, for this
lady
stood for what she believed and paid the ultimate price her life, murdered by the **** of the earth who
shoot
people cruelly lay pipe bombs **** children they disgust me frankly I don't give a dame who they are nothing but
cowards
crawl out there holes ****** then crawl back In disgusting excuses for humans
being
I don't give dame If they are IRA  Provisional or New IRA or any other terrorist organisation  whatever they belong to  I write In Big words for all to see and hope they do "THEY ARE All COWARDS"
sure they could shoot me or ******* to hell but I promise I'll waiting for when they arrive for sure as
Hell they
will
I Fear Them Not For They Are cowards All Terrorists no matter who They Are And Where They From, They Could shoot me put a bomb under my car Send Me To Hell that  For Sure But I'll be waiting for them when they arrive as surely will
People
A, B, C, and D,
started getting along
and were
somewhat happy.
Who knew that a
Person F
would come and make
such a mess.
The letters started fighting,
hitting,
yelling,
shoving,
shouting.
No one liked that
Person F
who came and made so much distress.
But little did the letters know
that there were
more
letters still to show...
Person F is here!
For all who read my last poem about letters, here is the Person F you've been waiting for! I know it's not exactly in alphabetical order, but I hope you can still enjoy it!
Person A
and
Person B
were together and
very happy.
Then came along a
Person C
and kinda ruined everything.
But to make things
a bit
more crazy,
came along a
Person D.
Now person
A, B, C, and D
are anything but happy.
Who knew that
letters of the alphabet
could be so nasty.
Inspiration came when one of my friends was explaining a confusing matter to me, and was using letters instead of name(which is good in some cases).
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