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SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
@@@i am@@@
@@@ flowers in a ***@@@
@@@@ growing but a slave@@@@
@@@@ to the container i am in@@@@
@@@@ my planter is my grave @@@@
@@@@ my gardener @@@@
@@@ my @@@
J
A
I
L
E
R
my *** is just a cell • and though
i'm watered carefully • my
life is living hell • i die
slowly in prison • my
roots cannot break
free • please plant
me in a garden •
for you are killing
me • give my roots a place to spread
save me from this fate • i will die sure
and slowly • please! it's not too late! •
i'm just some flowers in a *** • but i'm
living and i sing • respect that i have
purpose • for i'm a living thing •**
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SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/9/2015


we all need room to grow
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
her
icy fire
molten gold
in tawny eyes
    your soul is sold    
velvet petal verdant leaf . In the end
you'll come to grief . perfection of the oval
jaw               is in fact a tiger's             maw
sometime lover
soft and sweet
but in the
end
Y
O
U
'
R
E

O
N
L
Y

M
E
A
T
carmine claw that rips your flank
in your shoulder her teeth sank
you take her out and you may
gloat . but soon she has you
by the throat . she will
cause you pain and
strife . in the end
she'll take your
♡♡LIFE♡♡


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/7/2015
My dark side again.

If you want to read the rest
of this collection of poems click on
#wicked-women
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
crystalline locks and light
blue eyes . she's a sorceress
in disguise . slender willowy
as a wraith . you will suffer
her icy wrath . you'll see
your breath as you draw
near . then suddenly
she'll disappear . her
ice sculpture draws
you in . you're a moth
to her cold flame
' round her castle
there's a moat
in its floes
is where
you float
she's never
good she's
never true
she will
laugh
when
you
turn
blue
you
won't
care
you
can't
restore
frozen
solid
e
v
e
r

m

o

r

e
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SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/7/2015


The third in my
#wicked-women
series

I told you I have a dark side
(This is supposed to look like an icicle)
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
skin
tight suit • lush
but lean • soot lashed
    \/\/    eyes of acid green
               amber flesh
       of porcelain
jet black hair
a raven's wing        
turned up nose      
pouting lips •      
you pour a glass
        you take a sip
               purest poison
                   in her flask •••
                         all you have to
                    do is ask • she
           sidles up • her
arts are black •
sparks fly as she      
shreds your back              
she's a mamma •                
she's a pet • but              
she's a snake, so
  don't forget •••
             she'll make you
                 shiver • make you
              shake • then waits
       for the bite to take
once the woman's
sunk a fang • you    
won't remember
          where you began
                         everything
                              becomes a
                     blur • then
           your soul
is truly hers
as the flames    
go higher              
and higher                
she slithers        
round your
         funeral pyre
      you're so
protective    
and so proud          
but your sheets                
become your                      
shroud •                  
they find    
          you lying
               in your
       bed
mamba
bites          
and    
   you
   are
      D
    E
A
D
SoulSurvivor
(C) 4/12/2014

An old poem from a former site.
I needed to do some concrete to take
my mind off of things
Kaitlin Collide Dec 2015
Some people can wade and be okay
but if I enter, I know I'll stay
please don't make me promises
I know once I'm stuck you'll go away

some people are not afraid to pass through
I dip my toes in and traps me like glue
that's why I was gonna run away from you
but i look down and I'm already doomed

you see I thought that I'd tread lightly
but that concrete grips my ankles tightly
while you can easily act all flighty
your final flight will be unsightly

I'm glad you're having a splashing time with me
but i knew i shouldn't have even dipped my feet
through your back strokes and front strokes you cannot see
I'm stuck here in this liquid concrete
Inspired by a past poem of mine, "impossible girl" where I use a metaphor of liquid concrete
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
I
sang
●glad tidings●
sang ● Noel
●decorate with●
bulbs ● and
●bells ● strung the popcorn●
tinsel ● decked ● place
●the star and ● all that heck●
but the most ● important
●part of all ● is not decking ● the●
house ● or halls ● the most
●important thing ● to do ● is celebrating●
the ●       birth●        of●
YOU


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/6/2015
I don't agree with all the
traditional Christmas stuff
but I love a real (potted) tree
and the scent of pine!
SøułSurvivør Nov 2015
/\    /\
the bat
is         a creature         so
adept  at flight. it will  come
before the night. flitting high
and dipping low, it doesn't seem
to know where it goes! tho it seems
dark              and scary               folk
\/                       there                       \/
is

no need to be wary!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 11/29/2015
bats are beneficial
they eat insects and
pollinate flowers

^♡^
aniket nikhade Nov 2015
Important to be convinced before conceiving something new
Time has always remained important.

Important is the present moment in time;
important is the available time,
important because everything needs to be done within a stipulated time frame.

Every now and then there is always something to think of,
something new to think upon.
Every now and then there is something that goes on in the mind,
something different comes across the mind.

Important is that something that goes on in the mind
Important because it connects the past, present and also the future
Important is that moment in time when something concrete gets figured out in the mind with regards to the future.

Facts never need any conviction,
so does truth,
both of which never require any conviction.

Thoughts keep coming and going one after another
Positive attitude, positive mindset is what makes all the difference.

Think of past and present along the line of all that is going on in the mind keeping in mind an uncertain future.
The past will remain a thing of past while the future will get ascertained.

In any case,
at any point of time and at any stage,
it’s always important to have a conviction of own with regards to what needs to be done.

A convinced mind always knows the kind of efforts that are required and also puts in the same
A convinced mind knows the exact direction in which to move with regards to an aim that has been set, so as to refrain from all the negative thoughts and negative way of thinking.

Having a conviction of own makes all the difference,
a convinced mind can solve, resolve and settle everything and all that comes along it’s way,
if not by the way of it's thinking,
then by putting in the much needed extra effort,
which can also be the need of the hour.

So always have a conviction of own and then step ahead.
"We cannot hold a torch to light another's path without brightening our own."  - Ben Sweetland
JR Rhine Nov 2015
The concrete jungle.
Home of the dreaded concrete beasts
Who lie in plain sight for the world to see

Crouched in marble ledges, twisted in metal beams
Wrapped around handrails, perched in their cemented trees
They laugh at those who cannot perceive
Because they don’t believe.

And who am I,
Yes possibly me
To find my identity
In removing my wooden sword from its sheath

Placing it beneath my two shuffled feet
To answer the alluring call of the beasts beckoning
To my hero’s heart, for my eyes to blink
To suddenly see them as they were meant to be.

In a world between
Real and imaginary.

For it is I,
Yes I believe it to be
Chosen to find my destiny
In a single push

That propels me
Into the path of the snarling beasts
Approaching their stairs and rails, ledges and beams
Gaps and bumps and ramps with speed

And as they stare at me hungrily
Opening their mouths expecting me
I will stand strong on my wooden sword
As the wheels of fire erupt beneath

And the scenery blurs in the flash of the rapidity
I bend my knees and grit my teeth
My eyes narrow and the drum in my chest crescendos its beat
A shout explodes from my chest, a primal scream

As I press on
In the concrete jungle.

Home of the dreaded concrete beasts
Who quiver in plain sight for the world to see
And whimper at the sight of who they now perceive
Because I do believe.

And it is I,
Yes undoubtedly me
Who will find my destiny
Conquering the concrete jungles of the world unseen

Surfing the concrete waves of the world between
With my loyal vessel being the wooden sword from the sheath,
That remains steady in the face of danger beneath my feet.

I am alive
In the concrete jungle.
I love skateboarding.
horseloversmyth Oct 2015
Node poem here: http://www.spicynodes.org/a/7d2bb6e5228c163e0f558105ee877522

Nodes:
set up on the nice spongy ground

a ring of stones where a fire goes

strawberries all around

but they are quite now

just as the fire went

when the wind blew

they coat the ground

but their fruit is asleep

deep in their green

an idea in their genes

still none of this

is why day goes
Playing with a non-ordered form. Try to keep the phrases short and open-ended, and open-beginninged, so that each line can be attached to any of the others. Sense the sense in the shift of order.
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