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A Watoot Mar 2015
coffee
ph5 acidic
nutty
hot
strong
bold

milk
ph6.7 slightly acidic
creamy
neutralizer

sugar
*I do not sugar coat boldness.
A piece of me.
soy sauce Mar 2015
everyone is complaining
I dont know why
but bæ is gone
the cat's wearing a tie

Delaney needs to die
im eating lots of chocolate
bæ left me with Delaney
and I'm lactose intolerant
baselessfears Mar 2014
i proposed to my mother that she start mixing water into the milk,
because nothing in our lives has ever been whole.
she poured it down the drain.
Poetic T Dec 2014
"The feeble gods had faded,
"Impaled upon jagged mountains,
There *blood
was the waters of creation
Life,
Beginning,
Death
Had brought *new life,

Their bones crumbled
flakes fell, cold and winters were born.
Each flake, rawness felt as if
Tears melting upon touch.
Appendages fell when life left
Eyes staring upon the stars of eternity
As theirs were expelled,
Carving upon the many landscapes
Canyons,
Ravines,
Valleys
Were born from faded memories,
As fingerprints pooled too lakes,
The milk of the dead filled
As life flourished in crystal blue.
"The old ones before man and beast,
"May have pasted,
But in their death
Rebirthed was life that flourishes
They brought the seasons with bone,
They created
Lakes,
Ravines,
Life
With their falling upon jagged mountain tops
They had past, but in their passing everything else *began.
Dead from ages before life
The Terry Tree Dec 2014
In fields you walk with cloven wanderlust
With blankets carried on your back as fleece
Protecting fellow sheep-fold innocence
From devious behavior in the flock
Smiling as you bleat and stride as golden
Reflecting rays like sunlit drops of milk

A lamb of God your knowledge is your milk
Your curiosity breathes wanderlust
A message from the ancient one baas golden
Engraved upon your heart and curls of fleece
Observe the blessed range within your flock
Stray not for you may lose your innocence

A fog in hills may blind your innocence
Beware the wolf will take more than your milk
And with each day you bond among your flock
Behold the beauty of group wanderlust
We thank you for your warm and cherished fleece
That soothes us as earth's twilight breaks golden

Glory to the impossible golden
For myths of your spiritual innocence
Merely trumpets what liberates your fleece
The holy grail is your chalice of milk
Discovered in a cave of wanderlust
Restful within the shadow of your flock

What joy is raised in stables of your flock
An offering of ritual golden
Pasture of thirsty hearts in wanderlust
You teach us to hold fast to innocence
How precious is the richness of your milk
Our comfort is to rest our heads on fleece

A new dawn to behold an age of fleece
A new dusk to protect an ancient flock
A new day to preserve the gift of milk
A new memory to hold futures golden
A never ending age of innocence
A satiated age of wanderlust

Fruitful wanderlust of black sage fleece
Shepherds innocence to a white cloaked flock
Prepare ye golden moments with thine milk

© tHE tERRY tREE
Poetic Form | Sestina
A sestina is a form of poetry that uses a method of repeating words at the end of each line. It has 6 stanzas of 6 lines each, with an envoy (or tercet) of three lines to conclude the poem.
Charles Smith Dec 2014
Are you doubting yourself? You should.
You can’t accomplish anything you said you would.
He can’t climb the mountains, she can’t part the sea.
The only thing your armed with is little “I” and “me”.

The journey is too long and wrong, why start if you’re going to fail?
Stop trying to please yourself, your cross is already full of nails.
Don’t waste thought on the subject, enjoy the deflation of defeat.
Trust the air, fall into your grave, relinquish, relax, retreat.

Let’s take Martin Luther King, his pursuit was just luck.
Harvey Milk, Ghandi, I mean who really gives a ****?
Just because men die for a cause, can we believe they didn’t have flaws?
Men fall and float, leaders come and go, you don’t reap what you sow.

But for all the fault of man, all it’s deceit and aggronance,
Pathetic self-pity and pious, self righteousness.
There are some people who try again, who start afresh.
Who rise above the doubt and this is the measure of man's amount.
Empty theatre, no sound.
Spotlight on Marley.
Smoke rises to da ceiling.
The room fills witta rasta feelin'

Dis is no baldhead.
Dis is Marley, the great.
Dreads as soft as silk.
Riffs creamy like milk.

I wanna watch fo' de rest of me life.
Face 'gainst guitar as he wails.
He paints da skies wit his sound.
Catches me wit a reggae trap, I'm bound.

Feels like just yesterday.
He was on dis Earth.
I feel his watch, from above.
Flying tru da sky, like a reggae dove.

Sun Is Shining
Forever Loving Jah
Get up, Stand up
Stir It Up
Redemption Song

He wanted what he all did... One love... Just one...



**Plus, massive bluntz
We miss you very much. Spread the Love. Spread the kush.
ZL Dec 2014
My heart was so vain
it fell for beauty despite disdaine
it fell for faces, it needed no names.

My heart was so ill
addicted to pleasures
lust was its favorite feel.

My heart is now in danger
last seen with
dark pretty strangers.
Shyanna Ashcraft Dec 2014
Can you tell me what true love is like?
Like gold spun into silk?
Or maybe it’s be just like,
A perfect glass of milk.
Perhaps, like a beautiful field,
Admired from afar.
Or instead, a road with no sign to yield;
A song on in your car?
Tear drops that will never fall;
A child that can’t stay still?
A dog that has a rubber ball,
Or a fire you’d never ****.
An angel spotted near the Heavens,
Or a devil far below.
A jackpot; three sevens?
Bare feet on icy snow?
Can you tell me what true love is like?
Is it painful? Is it nice?
Please, tell me what true love is like.
For I fear its grip is upon me like a vice.
Written 9-8-14
Sydney Ann Nov 2014
Mu chocolate milk has been removed
My parents are so hard to fool!
They saw my mostly chocolate milk
The bottom caked in choco-silt
And now my happy wants to wilt
Goodbye my tasty chocolate milk!
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