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annh Apr 22
Alas, for I am master of my pen;
But Calliope is mistress of me.
‘I kept reaching for my muses, my wandering muses, floating on clouds filled with their passions.’
- Chimnese Davids, Muses of Wandering Passions
onyx hair, with eyes to match
-silver tongue and cast iron wit
wielded by one no other can match
deserving of the throne she sits
this mistress is a cruel one
Astral Mar 26
Time is a tricky mistress,
I'm sure of that,
Full tricks up her sleeve.
But the truth is,
I didn't expect this.

I don't put it all on her,
I don't put my feelings all on her.
But I do place the time on her.

Some people grow apart,
Some people grow parallel,
Some people grow perpendicular,
And some people grow together.

I don't know how we grew,
But it feels like we've been growing together for a while.
It seems only our tricky mistress, Time, will tell,
But Time seems to have a thing for surprises
Jacob Jan 31
that mistress
fills you up and falls
apart; lest the air
boil up and consume the

sour and steep and stoic
like a rock upon the mount
my yearning for the mistress of the

she bind you and stolen
away that little gift from
above; above yet she descended

her fingers like gold and iron
hair as strong as her heart
silver encrusts the lining of the
soul but betrays not a single

lament on your behalf and
seal the fate of the future and
fate of the wealth of the triumphs

***** motels and decrepit
churches, she preys
yet against their better wishes does the bird
go on singing and singing and singing

pray the lord my soul to keep and pray
the devil my world to weep
Winter night whispers.
Complaining jealous mistress,
Soon to be deported!
katryna Oct 2018
Sounds and Headbang.

How can we stop the time?

stella and blue moon this time.
mixed in one glass.




that's all I need.
that's all you want.

that's all I need,
you is all I need.

How can I stop them?
You’re officemates,
You’re soon to be so-called "wife"

How can I keep you from them?

This is all we had,
Saguijo is our crib,
our enchanting place for a couple of hours.

your hand,
slide to mine.

your lips touch mine,
we walk on the street as we own it
we talk under the moon,
waiting for the sun to rise and shine.

but it never happen,
you just escort me to our last stop,

bid your last goodbye.
your last kiss for this week.

wishing for the next round,
next, "see you"
next back to routine,

from ex-lover to mistress but wait.

no *** this time.


to the so-called wife.
Amanda Oct 2018
We fell in love, life was perfect for awhile,
Each touch was concentrated sunlight,
We'd kiss, I'd taste whichever flavor
***** we drank earlier that night.

Turned to you, I needed a friend,
Called to vent every day,
Time passed by us swiftly,
Had my heart, things finally felt okay.

Was the perfect romance for awhile
But as the summers and winters went by
Began to notice the thick haze we lived in,
Something different in your eyes.

Didn't know what was amiss,
Keep me waiting up all night,
Though I wasn't sure exactly what it was
Knew you were hiding something out of sight.

Uncovered more and more incessant lies,
Started small then grew, neverending,
We sadly floated further apart
With each secret text you were sending.

Was obvious there was someone else,
She took all of your time,
I figured you were buying her lots of gifts
Because you never seemed to have a dime.

Truth is, it was painfully clear,
Should have seen it at the start,
I was not the only one
Owning a piece of your heart.

The day I finally discovered who she was,
Identity of your seductive sin,
Is the day our world changed forever,
Your mistresses name was ******.
What do you think? I thought it was a pretty good idea. Does anyone else have any metaphors or similes they'd like to contribute for cheating compared to drug addiction? If that makes sense..
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