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Steph Portuguez Jan 2020
She persuaded the curvature of the seam. A dressmaking utterly agonizing, to reach the smoothness one must perceive, it has a regret with the difficulty of repetition of a trend.

Her foul purport carbonated the clear intent. But an impecable illustration did provide them with the warmth they intend.
The cycle lacked precision but their pliancy was a treasure so **** filled with her preciousness.


Velveted silk portrait embraces and confines a cause within a retrospective, a muse divides with a major uproar, one with the furor of nature uncontrolled.

The spell of glamor enchanted the failed dorks. They daydreamed fuzzy temptations to achieve their doomed ******. Of their antagonised exchange was born an incurable rage. The vexed source became cursedly recruitable for their loveable tremors, she had no knowledge of their cultivated adoration.

This will be our temple to our redemption and acceleration. It has consumed us all, encased conscious with translucent locked up doors.

The excitation has endure the incommensurable, the deluge did occur in the future. The scorn we throw to each other is acceptable if I desire to engorge her, it'll wear off your vile will, it'll grant me her savoury thrill.

Velveted silk portrait I beg you not to demise and ascend. We'll ravage the essence of your pure command, although, our adoration is the realest love spell.

I was snarling when I saw you embosom him, it felt like you were entering something delightful and never ******* ending. What was behind the blinds it wasn't supposed to be appreciated, we were always stood in a horizontal line and pulling harsh, all acts performed were a praying for your preference.

Velveted silk portrait, we encouraged you to revoke your beauteous den, to an addictive merriment. We'll howl with devotion to this new founding arts, her paint sparkled in the now dusky lane. A palace never menacing to our welcoming, an unfair entrance to the terribly but tender embodiment.

The gladness finally dragged us to our unfair refinement.
Hawa Dec 2019
Drinking alcohol and smoking cigarettes to **** sadness.
Are you killing sadness or the sadness killing you?

Scrolling through the phone screen, to **** some time.
Are you killing time or the time is killing you?

Jumping from a parachute to **** your acrophobia.
Are you killing the fear or the fear is killing you?

Burning all the photos from your old album to **** your love for her.
Are you killing Love or Love is killing you?

Faking a smile to keep your hopes up.
Are you killing hope or the hope is killing you?

Cutting all the trees then dying of asthma.
Are you killing Earth or the earth is killing you?
Alek Mielnikow Dec 2019
You drink milk
when all that’s served
is water and wine.

You ****** the throbbing
pulse of the night
with your contriving lips.

You dip into the
honey and you
bedizen your seat.

You leave a trail of blood
to lead you back to
where you are from.

You wink and
the world relents.

-
by Aleksander Mielnikow | Alek the Poet
Atlas Dec 2019
You make me want to fall in a field and cry.
Why do you only tell me lies?
The person you show the world is like a drawing
you can see it from the other side of the page.
But you never share the real thing,
you keep everyone at a distance.
But what is the reason?
Self preservation?
Protection from losing and breaking and falling apart?
But you know that doesn't make pain go away
instead you create a world where you are the cause of your own destruction.
might add more later
i wrote this about how i feel about myself and my intrusive thoughts but take it as you will
Anthony Pierre Dec 2019
Where was your love?
Before the sun sets
his virginity ablaze on
the spirit of the waters

Where was your love?
Amidst the moon's splendour
As she slowly and shyly gyrates
to the great movement of tides

Where was your love?
For life. Its awesome existence.
Flawlessly adrift at sea, on land, and air
To heir: a seed in its seed.  To infinity's end

Where was your love?
For death's dark, decadent demons.
A great necessity in the cycle of life.
The Phoenix of forever.

Where was your love?
Scripted in the fables of time.
Theatrically, poetically; a man-made muse.
Where was your love, but in my heart?
The Great Mystery. Where was you Love?
Grey Dec 2019
You're lost in the destruction, a defect of time.
Your life's been turned around, spun upside down and back again.
The very thread that defines you is coming undone,
your entire life gone in that very moment of loss.
You are alone.
Once so useful, you now are equivalent to trash,
tossed in the can
without a second glance.
The dirt on your back has become too much;
the loss of your partner overwhelming for all.
For, it is true, being a sock without a pair
is nothing less
than a travesty.
Manan sheel Nov 2019
A single evil thought, has the potential
to destroy centuries of creation, in a second,

Still, a single drop of creation, a little thought to create,
is worth more than oceans of destruction...

© Manan sheel.
Winter Sparrow Nov 2019
Put down your weapons.
Hold all fire.
Lower the black.
Weight the anchor.

I lost the fight.
Turned my own canons on me.
I destroyed my own ship.
To give her safe passage.

And now, I watch you sail away.
Watch you leave into the sun set with someone else.
Something I expected.
But not what I wanted.

There be no wind in my sails.
No character in my flag.
No cheer among my men.
What I possess is a small red gem.

I hold it close to me;
While I wait.
Wait for the wind to pick up.
Wait for my sails to fill up with wind.
Mark Toney Nov 2019
I am a monster
I have to be obeyed-
beware of my wrath
10/10/2018 - Poetry form: Haiku - I wrote this 3 days after Hurricane Michael decimated Mexico Beach, Florida. By the way, most of my haiku are 5-7-5, but they do not have to be. For example, the first place winner of the 2000 Henderson haiku contest, sponsored by the Haiku Society of America: ~ meteor shower ~ a gentle wave ~ wets our sandals - That winning haiku is 5-4-4. The poet, Michael Dylan Welch, had this to say about the matter: "With English-language haiku, you have no need to persist in any adherence to the... 5-7-5 syllables." The following link includes references from other haiku poets who support the information. http://www.nahaiwrimo.com - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2018
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