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Eliana Knight Mar 31
She is so sweet and nice
Always ready to give beneficial advice
The height of posh society
Not an ounce of impropriety
Everything a lady should be
She is courteous and kind
A lady refined
She is never heard
To utter a disrespectful word
According to all, she is perfection
And doesn’t draw attention
But as the sun sets & the moon arises
She takes off her disguises
In her room she sits alone
Where her true self is shown
Her sweet, lady-like, smile
The smile of a crocodile
She is cruel to the core
Greedy, always wanting more
Every advice is with malice intent
Her staff members live in torment
For if they even give the slightest glance
They are whipped then fired without a second chance
She must have all the latest things from Italy to France
Her poor, old father must work double time to cover the finance
When doing a good deed she expects a favor returned
And you better do it or face getting spurned
If she appears to be perfect, yet a little shady
Its best to stay clear of this evil young lady
As you will quickly and brutally learn
How spiteful and vindictive she will turn
And she will once again put on her disguises in the morning
So be weary & wise by her disguise as I give you this warning
She may appear innocent and sweet
But down deep, she is the worst person you will ever meet.
Yes its based off the character Marquise de Merteuil from Pierre Choderlos de Laclos 1782 novel Les Liaisons Dangereuses or the 1988 movie adaptation Dangerous Liaisons played by Glenn Close or the modern adaptation the character Kathryn Merteuil played by Sarah Michelle Gellar in the 1999 movie Cruel Intentions
David Hilburn Mar 25
Bound
By a way
A way to owning a stay
That has a coughing, a stink, and a sound

Drums and guitars
Finish me with a borrowed smile
Giving you hell, is what were here for
Weight ... and the singing comes for a while

Two
Hunt and ****, rhyming
Proud, in the name of who
Sincerely, the lips of avarice, are shining

Out of the way
Many more, many more for once and none
Silver comes into view, with it to say
When I see you, I keep a heat, from...

Silver wounds...
Liberty in motion, life to a tale
Of a person; Character gives what it looms
Country's with adding few, look lover, secrets know doom

Dread meeting's, with continue...
Life to a wish, whispering in the wind
Same thumb, same finger of luck, around
Meaning the curious, high wishes, and a mercy

Music for the masses
*******, suicide...
For the wind, is a hungry kiss's
Ready to live in the shadow of a night...
little stare of bet you caught it two...
Aaron Beedle Mar 17
Hope is for the hopeful
pain is for the hurt
fear is for the child inside
sweat is for the work
song is for the listener
and voices for the listened
Home is for where love resides
only found inside.
In the images we create,
we ****** a part away from fate.

In each act we are alive
and in between our quiet minds
will find some reason we are silent
thoughts turned dark, thoughts turned violent.

Prayer for the faithful
soaring for the soul
how can we bestow these gifts
isn't that the goal?
Not to ask the bird to fly,
the wolf to bear its claws,
but to ask the kind to fight
and the killer to know remorse.

To change one mind might seem so modest
of a billion minds on the planet,
But even to change a single mind
would improve the world that we inhabit.
Aaron Beedle Mar 17
A muse to darkness, candle that frays,
the bud of the rose plant
sullies the brave.

A kiss under veil, decorum deceit,
the seed has been planted
and curdles beneath.

Like vines they entangle
the voice of the saint
thy soul they shall strangle
and crush, a
restraint,
chokes
the wind
of

breath comes back for a moment,
the wind howls wild for it has been defiled,
the fiend persists with ashen words
but howls protect from unholy verse.

Your wildest dream, hearts desire.
these things you've seen inside my fire.

You walked away and yet
she stands before you
her words still trickle in,
and then they floor you.
About: This was written by someone's request many years ago, I believe on wattpad.com?
Ember Nov 2024
late at night
i lie awake
resting in your tender embrace.

you hold me tight,
your warmth
providing silent consolation.

you're a great guy,
a little broken,
but that doesn't make me care
for you any less.

i'm fixated on you,
bringing you
into every possible aspect
of my life.

you distract me,
fill my thoughts,
hold my mind in your hands.

i would be your boy,
give you all my heart has to give,
and be there for you,
like you're there for me.

if only you were real.
Sofia Sep 2024
I love the deep hatred of a character,
The want to ****,
But the seeking of restraint,
I love their murderous gaze,
Their intent full of disgrace.
I hate the knowledge that it will most likely change,
That they will grow,
Learn to love,
To reciprocate,
And not to throttle their wrong doer by their necklace.
Their hate is perfect,
Like an art of perception,
Because only true love comes from the hate of deception.
Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2024
You have outgrown a handful of lovers and a multitude of friends—
separating your solid pains from a liquid of your tears;
But you were caught in the strain, for as you grow and change;
those you’ve known will grow away to be a change of friends

Through every fence we ***** between ourselves, some remain
on the side where you cultivate your life, while others are
relegated to the opposite side, merely spectators from afar

Maturity is a bittersweet taste:
the sweetness of realizing your growth,
akin to savouring a fine wine, - contrasted by the bitterness
of knowing you will part ways with a few friends
Cos as you feel alone; you’re not the only one in this
world to find growth
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Zywa Jul 2024
I'm searching the book

you gave: you are everywhere --


you're so deceptive!
Autobiographical account "De harde kern" - 1 ("The *******" - 1, 1992, Frida Vogels) - Summer 1968 in Cupra Marittima (below Ascona)

Collection "Trench Walking"
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