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CC Jan 2021
I step onto the next page of my journey and trip,
Expecting to fall and bruise my lip,
When instead a strong pair of arms catch me
And suddenly I feel warmth as our eyes meet.
We laugh and my heart skips a beat,
In a matter of seconds, I feel complete.
Never have I felt such ease
And peace
Within my mind and heart.
I realize that I never want to be apart
From you as you have become my everything
For whom I would do anything.
for my one and only jesus baby ❤️
Missi Oliver Mar 2020
Violets in my hair

Whiskey on my breath

Neon letters scrawled across my porcelain chest

Heaven looks so far away

That which makes me envision

Also steals my youth

Like an ancient smoke cloud thieves the mood

In one small stroke

Of my feathered ink pen

I could sign away the future
A Simillacrum May 2019
I have no perspective, I
bring nothing new.
I absorb everything, I
am pressed to consume.

I consume. They press me,
to consume me, to imbibe,
to savor the flavor of
the fruits to their labor.

I'm impressed you haven't
yet guessed my game correctly.
(. . .rebranding. . .)
I'm impressed you haven't
yet guessed my game.

If I'm alive, then we're ******.
If I die, then you're ******.
Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die.
I will use the water
In your bowl
Lighting a fire in a cave far away
Flower your soil
Make it a garden of bouquets
Of petunias and water lilies bright as the dark lakes
In some functional world
Where we can be together
On the rivers,
By lake shores
There are plenty of chores
That water bowl is empty
As the heartbreaks are plenty
There are no chances of surviving in this
Fine, the old town of wars and running soldiers
That's the title of my next *** tape
As the wishes for borrowing instances from a stranger's eyes
And there is no choice of friendliness in the eyes of comeliness
Tempered by the bruises
By the brawning raucous youth
There is no race for money
There's only looking for plenty of currency
A Simillacrum Mar 2019
There she rests,
better yet,
her life's leaking.
She, the broken winged
being of a chemical bath,
never meant
to last long,
ponders her past when

violet light spears out of the black
night in a radial burst, orbs
of blue, white, and pink,
dance in collusion,

and calls her, as she's called to doom,
so many before her.

Within the oval shape casting there,
she beheld blood somewhere else,
pumping through gates,
coursing through veins.

With a muster of her final strength,
she fell from the rock and into the waters.
Pulling and pulling,
closer and closer.
Toxic yeti Mar 2019
As I got to the dietitian
I go through a summer
Full of oranges
As I get caught
In the forest
A lady with oranges in her hair
Gives me an orange
And says.
“This may help you!”
Sandman Jun 2018
Field of vision blocked.
Spaceship halo rays for us.
Slip into the sky.
Lxvi Dec 2017
sweet summer grass we lay
sweat soft gently trickling another
swear sent oft we say
we vent our woft sick smother
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