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Arcassin B Jun 2015
By Arcassin Burnham

Scowl up my face for the moves you make,
You Are the definition to finding a word in the Webster's dictionary,
I'm so Appalled!!!!!
No better way to punish someone you want to destroy in an office full of documents and papers for charitable organizations,
That can be dealt with later,
He enjoys the oral way too often,
And shes never been penetrated,
masterful until he's in his coffin,
Virginity will get authenticated,
Escalated,
Elevated,
Rejuvenated,
Just be glad that your face is straightened.
Lol I like the title
Poetic T Apr 2015
She is a tapestry of ink, a creation
That is painted upon, beauty defined
Upon the flowing shades on skin.

Individuality,each creation apart
Of her being, hued in places, mellow
Majestic forms upon a canvass of skin.

She is the muse of her creations that
Show the beauty within.
Thomas EG Apr 2015
Red
Do your lips
Match your heart?
They're both red,
But different shades.
Does that mean
That they clash
With one another?
Or are they able
To embrace each other?
To embrace their differences?
Oh, what a wonderful collaboration
Of the soul...
Another draft :)))
looking out into the street

there's a line a mile long

i haven't even opened yet

there must be something wrong

the line it stretches round the block

it doesn't make much sense

i feel a riot may break out

i start getting rather tense

the phone is ringing off the hook

i amazed at things i hear

i've never had a thought like that

i tell them 'stick it in your ear

they tell me, mate, that's just the point

i tell them to go on

i'm a paint store for the colour blind

i'm not a *** salon

for days the calls keep coming

i don't know what to say

i just run a small paint shop

known as fifty shades of grey
fifty shades of grey be ******
One day in Pickwick
Soon to be acquainted
You must be sainted
It simply said click

You caught my eye
It was an oddity
You didn’t out me
as a complicated guy

It’s not a perhaps
I need you everyday
You oughtn’t go away
Without you I'll collapse


It might seem Lemony
this idea of mine
It’s opposite of malign
I simply want hegemony

I hope you know
you’re under my control
I own your whole
Following the written escrow

You’re my morning salvation
The highpoint of Monday
the sun in Sunday
You’re my liberating vacation

Darling baby you see
You’re my delicious Tea
Nicholas Dec 2014
The mystery of life
can't be forgotten by you
You belong to love but hundreds of kisses
belonging to you
Every direction you choose
to walk on
is filled with empty spaces
of your life
lead you to nowhere
but to invincible nights
which, you find, are
full of exchangeable true–lies
Lies? Yet, you ain't know..
what you're going through
but winning edge of your love
takes you to underneath the sky, blue
If you blow your love
to life,
your life brings you
true-love with cloudy snow
Love's already done!
Don't make it “to—do”
You ain't know what a heart's 'bout
but the heart's aware of your every new
move you take to put
the life on hue
Like an evening is mad at dusk,
you too seem crazy 'bout the shades of dew
And... with the end of the night
The mystery of life
gets forgotten by you
Every new day looks shorter than before
cause, the love's too wandering with... in you.
SøułSurvivør Nov 2014
~~~




our perception is
as the full moon
viewed through

SUNGLASSES



(c) soulsurvivor
"The future's so bright
I gotta wear shades..."
From a song about a kid
Going into the field of
Nuclear physics... to work at
A power plant.
Very tounge in cheek...
Poetic T Oct 2014
What
Is
The
Truth,
But
A
Better lie painted white.
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