Now I'm High Strung
Hands Tied on the line
Down the creek
You're so Wonderful
Selfsame
As you seem awed & smooth sailing
I get high on that
Honesty the Third Degree
I plan on whispering back
You may change the Mold, my Facade
My Trail of Crumbled Hearts
Erotic, Such & Such
Unrecognized, Unfamiliar Pathway
How I wish it was an expressway
Dragging me down
Before you take me home
As we seat on your Bed

Visual Feeling of Inspiration:
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Crandall Branch Dec 2017

My smooth vermin, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you infest,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the wicked rest.

Let me compare you to a contender?
You are more ugly and more disgusting.
Hot frost nips the robins of December,
And wintertime has the shocking busting.

How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your intriguing infestations.
Thinking of your many legs fills my days.
My hate for you is the implications.

Now I must away with a loathsome heart,
Remember my fast words whilst we're apart.

please leave feedback and coomens below! :) :)
Seanathon Oct 2017

Two great rivers
In different valleys
Wishing we could run together

(:
Benji James Oct 2017

Music can give sight to the blind
It can captivate minds
Give lessons in life
Capture a memory in time

©2017 Written By Benji James

Ilunga Mutombo Oct 2017

I never thought I would see the day in which I drown in love

I beg of you please don't save me

Let me die in love

Leslie Ledezma Jul 2017

I met you in a marvelous moment.
Tall charming, divine
Hair smooth, talk warm
and eyes that were wild.

Andrew Jun 2017

Poetry is subtle
Poetry can be smooth
Just like AMK

crystallaiz May 2017

kiss me
until i can no longer
feel the pull of gravity
until i am among the stars
then i would pick the stars for you
lay them out in the shape of you
hold me
until i feel your warmth
more than the burn of the sun
i would collect sunshine for you
then you could always stand in the light
i would take your hand from here
and we could walk down a flowery path

ah my new obsession. ong seongwoo! let's debut and hope you walk on a smooth path from now on. ♡

It's something maple,
something thick when
you breathe, like dark
chocolate, like tinnitus,
like overandoverandover
again, hard to explain.

I have never met anyone
that could fade and still
burn like you do.

Smooth violence,
bottomless in all its
eternity, moving in water
so deep the ripples never
make it to the surface.

It's not weightless. It never
is, but it waits there, half-
suspended, fixed and
unfixed, solid but slippery
in your hands.

Hold your breath. She
knows you in a way the
angels don't. There's
something she coaxes out
of your chest, something
dark she rolls her tongue
around.

The act of inaction and the
odds, particularly of getting
by unscathed, may be slim
and far between, but the stares  
last longer, everything in  
h
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