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EmperorOfMine May 2018
Oh, how you look at me...

I just can't help when I start smiling.

Strawberry lips, oh my...

Can't help it when I feel this shy.

If madness is loving you...

Well then, baby, guess I'm mad too.

Falling into a candy land...

Clap your hands, because now I'm a fan.
























ɴᴏ, ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ɢʟᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴍᴇ...

ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴤᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ.

ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʏ ᴅʀᴇɴᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴈɪᴤᴛᴤ, ᴏʜ ᴍʏ...

ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘ ɪᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅɪᴇ.  

ɪᴈ ᴤᴀɴɪᴛʏ ɪᴤ ʜᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ...

ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴛʜᴇɴ, ᴍɪᴤᴛᴇʀ, ɢᴜᴇᴤᴤ ɪ'ᴍ ᴤᴀɴᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ.

ᴈᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀʟᴀɴᴅ...  

ɴᴏᴡ ɪ'ᴍ ᴤᴛᴜᴄᴋ, ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴤᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ.
ɢαмe over


:) ᴰᴼᴺ'ᵀ ᵂᴼᴿᴿᵞ, ᴵᵀ'ˢ ᴺᴼᵀ ᴬᴸᵂᴬᵞˢ ˢᴼ ᴳᴸᴼᴼᴹᵞ.

Start Over¿

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EmperorOfMine May 2018
Oh no,
Oh no,

Go,
Here he comes,
The Rage in his eyes,
Like a gun,

Please hide,
Oh my,

The face of Wrath,

Why so much rage,
Why so much mass,

Oh dear,
Oh, why,

He hit the wall,
He is so drunk,
I hope he falls,

No way,
I'm scared,

He hit mother,
And now brother,
Am I other,

PLeAse stop,
PlEaSE stop,

I've had enough,
I will use force,
Think you are tough,

Take this,
Take that,

A metal bat,
Think you are big,
I'll break your back,

I'm done,
Not so,

I'm feeling strong,
For all the years that you made wrong,

A slash,
A cut,

From here to there,
Don't you come back,
It's not a dare.
A Simillacrum Apr 2018
At times in existence
What you feel cannot be described
The words are there ready to erupt
The circuitry laid inside
Is beyond description
You're allowed your own wants
You'll never know if they're wrong
You paint it, you say it, angry at night
You sing it til it curdles into bloodied screams
The reality is your beauty
Is so kind that it gets the knife
The tip drips with black instead of white
The pen is, it turns out, poisoned
With toxicity to life
You live hope. You live faith.
You are strength.
Yet your desire is forever ensnared
Caught in a cry
Cjf Dec 2016
I didnt wanna tell you I was drunk
I didnt want to crush anything much less the heart of yours you let me see
it really is a beautiful gift to have
it is a repeated cycle of loneliness and saddness
why is you who always has the key out of it
you with your set voice that could melt snow on a the coldest of days
but I was drunk
and I am lonely
and sad
and here you are
and im falling again
falling where I shouldn't be
I am not yours
I promise i won't or can't ever be
it's hard to not talk to you
I just wanna excite you dude
like you do me
I wanna treat you like you treat me
but it seems to be mixed all the time
and I can't stand you
but you do things that make me smile
you remember
your *** doesn't let me talk though
like someone else I can name
is there something wrong with me
why does no one want to listen
idk
I need to forget again.
**** the *******.




July 3rd 2016
Imran Islam Apr 2018
You're a message from heaven
and the waves on the ocean.
Your eyes are so lovely
your smile is so happy.
Don't compare yourself to others
Sweetie, you're like a queen.

Your heart is very young
and voice is a sweet birdsong.
Your mind is like the sky
Yeah, you are so shy.
Don't compare yourself to others
Sweetie, you're the moonshine.

I want your happiness
I want your goodness
Oh, don't be sad ever
Please smile forever!
Don't compare yourself to others
Sweetie, you're just amazing.
Arlene Corwin Mar 2018
As I wrote to a reader this morning, "I'm an R&M person, a rhyme and meter person (on which I work hard)" Content, form - they go together. This morning's work: which may need working on sometime in the future, natch'

        Vanity Or What? Or Not?✍️
wheel ding utmost pro lix:
scrum compulsions won
despite feeling dog tired, (like a ton
of bricks weighed me down)

while seduced by the sun
solar radiation from the sky didst lightly run
sans, i experienced
a weird wired wider sensation pun
knee sensation otherwise, this sun dry

older puppy nun
the wiser (feeling akin
to an overly sated book worm
to boot) on a Mon
Day, nonetheless, forced
by male incarnation from Lon
don, (via NON FAKE voices

inside my noggin) a potential ***
these tired eyes, could NOT stop reading
even with figurative gun
at my head, until only sluggish progress made,
which daunting task not fun
bore witness thru novel

(in this instance plotting thru - dun
know if fie could finish
One Hundred Years Of Solitude -
by Gabriel Garcia Marquez)

pea pulling his story with bun
dulls of Hiss panic
Alpha Numeric characters, -
per printed page punctuated

concluded with a period,
(premature mental dejected ******* exclaimed
how ah yee got trounced
by harsh obsessive compulsive task master.

"Nay unto you Matthew Scott"!
Uttered by exactly same grievous rot
while er...mailer daemon (as above, ***
tent shill slave driver subsequently not

quite ditto for identical bon mot
mind wielding **** mask kid ding lot
intonation, now setting me hot
to worry about my thinning hair,
the little atop nixed noggin aye got

as expressed vis a vis A previous poem
of mine titled 'Argh! I suffer the plight of Bad
Hair Year In One Day!'
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