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Poetic T Aug 2017
Life is a queen bee

with no time to make honey..

Too many forms to fill in while workers strike....
SøułSurvivør Jul 2017
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nectar of the heart
draws the lover as a honeybee
he nestles happily


SøułSurvivør
(C) 7/23/2017
1:25am

Goodnight!

Love you all!
Allie Jul 2017
rupi kaur writes that loving with the knowledge that you are not good enough is selfish,
and to that i say let me be selfish,
just this once.
i have suffocated my joy and buried my despair for too many men.
please let me try to show this one
how much he means to me.
Zero Nine Jul 2017
Absolute nightmare
Turn into sweet dreams
Took a turn for the worst too
Many times
(In a row)

Absolute nightmare
Plant parting lips please
Let me go,
Let me go, now

Seen the saccharine
Seen the maudlin
What is it like
to want the balance
in between?
Let me tell you:

It is obscene

What is
the difference
between us?
I'd say
it's a full sea
at least

Whether of stars, whether of water, whether of concrete
I know I won't reach you

You won't be reached
You won't be reached

You won't be reached
You're gone

Absolute nightmare
Plant you parting kiss
and let me go.
and let me go.
Palm Trees and Concrete Mix V2
a dark night schlep
and parasitic flies make zombie bees;
this joy of flight in honey delight

why his orbit tilts wide that
never bona fide her legs
till it catches them niggling there
and thrive behind a seance in plight

as their mutation is austere
yet circumcise this oblate mission
with a meadowlark's songs of vamp.
The nights zombie bees lay eggs of  parasitic files.
paperdoll Jul 2017
Ah,
how sweet
was his sword;
dripping with
honey,
he so gently
stabbed it
in her back
sliding like
a velvet rose,
it left her
in ecstasy,
that even in this
poisoning pain
she could taste
a piece of heaven.

- n. ib
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