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The shallow kisses onto my hair
Damp or dry, you never care
The hugs you randomly give
At night, I would relive
The small talks we make
Once it starts, there never is a break
Your laugh even at the lamest jokes I tell
Your reaction after realizing you fell
For yet another silly game
Amusing, how it always end up the same
The cringe, most of the time, we get
As you start your pick up line, that's outdatedĀ 
This list could go on at least a dozen more line
All of what I'd miss aside from you and this bliss combine
Once you finally break away, see through everything well
Escape from as what you call it, sometimes, A spell.
Ken Pepiton Oct 5
BTW vir means man in the old Latin
from which
the nomenclature
of Catholic Christianity rose up,
curia and cives and synoikia by Roman ****,
and cries of grace

a ****** seems a gin, ala engine, ie, ei
genius engenederer a man maker version

We got hope.

it very well could be, that we
know more than we imagined
we knew
as we,

the people, who hold certain
to be

You see? You hold these certain truths
you're an icecream cone.

And as Arthur assures me still:
will be time
to start

If you can artifice enough integrity of mind,
to think of a way, each

mankind mind made unthingable, find that Greek word

ah dian oi toasted, nah, but near, this word means
the thing done, the deed not non-doable in being real.

the line
in the sand, crossed,
this away and thataway

we that take the refractured way through the wall,
inalienable right holding we,
the unalienable native
born bhering heir
holdin' woven coffin nails as puffs of smoke signaling

carry good news on beautiful feet.
conciliate, liberty sans munera calls remunera to the game.

play fair, or be square.
Living Shakespearean tropes in Euclidean dramas
enacted by liars used to entertain fools

for the power of suggestion
gestating in the waiting
from now on.
What now, m'love? We dance...Arthur Lee Love Forever Changes, your words still bring me here, to enjoy the reboot.
Mocking light

You stand looking down upon me
Glowing On me in my moment of darkness

You simply degrade my soul as I reach out to you you pull back

I look through the barrel of the gun
Wondering have they found me
Or have I won

This death game grows louder the sound penetrating my ears frightening me and making my love dull

I realize I have lost
I have not a shred of my original soul
Nylee Sep 24
The more we know, the less we say
All the words spoken have consequences
The more is told in silences
The words omitted but heard clearly
What we listen, the crafted words
They deceive the ears that surrounds
Every other agenda works on
What favours whose manipulation
The smile contains no smile
The efforts put to take another mile
Snooping and buttering on sides
Friends and foe, no one decides
Act so nice, what is inside
Dress so good, please all eyes
Help when it is noticed
Out of sight then vanished
Deceptive tricks up the sleeve
It matters not whom we believe
All playing game with roll of dice
Keeping friends close, enemies closer
lua Sep 20
The blade shone in the sun's rays
My breathing was stuttered and frantic
My body shivered and trembled
Shaking and quivered
I could taste the blood on my tongue
And feel the ache
The throbbing of my heart
The churning of my stomach with fear
I see the way your grip tightens with every beat of your heart
You watched me
I watched you
We both take a stance

I listen to your prayers
Prayers to the sun
You asked for guidance

I take the first swing

And I take the last.
taken from my original story
AsianTapWater Sep 16
The question runs through my head again.
Does he love me?
Or does he love her?

Time passes and
My lust starts to become

The vivid colours that
Shine in your eyes.
The whirlwind of emotions
As I stare into them
For too long.

The melancholy I feel
As you ignore me.
My meager attempts
To get you to notice me.

The unending sensation
Of instability and wrath
As you walk out
With her.

The pleasure of the blade
As it slides across my flesh,
And raindrops let the blood
Seep into the landscape around me.

The starscape that twinkles
In the night sky,
As if smiling at me.
Judging me.

Here I can act
In a place where
No one is watching.

I lift my bloodied wrist,
Blade still in hand...

And stab myself in the heart.
Three times.
Four times.

Once for every day
You've ignored my cries.

The world begins to unstablilise
And vertigo takes over my mind

As I finally slip into the arms of death.
A poem about Yuri from Doki Doki Literature Club
A Simillacrum Sep 13
Start to dance,
maybe my bones break.
Start to chant,
maybe my voice dies.

Start. Stop. Start. Stop.

With this wand,
I waive rust.
With this wand,
I let blood.

Start. Stop. Start.

I don't want blood.
I don't want to buff
your sword and
your armor

I only learned
this trade
for the portal spells.

I only want to
Her name is Chun Li and she first appeared in Street Fighter II.
Don't make this woman angry or she'll beat the hell out of you.
Many people make a comment that embarrasses her and her face turns red.
They tell her that she's supposed to wear her bra on her chest instead of her head.
Chun Li studied Martial Arts for several years and she sure does know how to fight.
And if you have any drugs, she'll steal them because she likes to get higher than a kite.
Carmen Jane Sep 6
Child, you are so young,
Your curls are rebel
Child, you are so strong,
Yet can't reach the pedal
Of this grand piano,
That is so old
Overused arrow
Of Cupid's, gold
You found it in a garden
With water fountains whispers
To play, your wish was ardent
Your hands never knew blisters
You pressed keys, with no name
Angelic voice released
For you, life is a game
You sang how your heart pleased.
I had to travel through eight worlds to save Princess Peach.
But she's about as warm and caring as a blood ******* leech.
After killing seven fake Bowsers, I finally destroyed the real one.
I did it to save Peach but it was something I shouldn't have done.
She turned out to be a snob, she called me dumb and Luigi dumber.
She said that we're worthless in her eyes because we're just plumbers.
I had to fight turtles and Goombas and I told her that I deserved to be thanked.
She said that I'm dust beneath her feet and I decided that she should be spanked.
I put her over my knee and I spanked that soft ***.
She cried and cried which proves that she has no class.
I was only given a few lives and I had to travel through thirty-two levels to be able to win.
I would've dumped Peach in the lava instead of Bowser if I had things to do over again.
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