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Johnny Noiπ Jan 2018
I dream of your skull while our love unfolds, put your **** in a box
and mail it to me—
I’m dreaming you are an Asian girl with 38DDs, she doesn’t need a soul
to come with me to the bottom of the earth—
Your face reminding me of raunchy cartoons I drew as a child
of a woman with a ******* which makes no ******* sense at all
unless she’s a man with big fake ****,
I don’t want to know what she sells
on the Chinese black market,
It’s too ******* surreal; the Russian black market is another matter
but you’ll say Chinese girls look better with their heads cut off
And I’ll say you’re confusing them with North Koreans
And you’ll ask what’s the difference
Between a North Korean and a South Korean
And I’ll say is that supposed to be a riddle,
**** her mouth and you’ll find out but you’ll have to find her head first
Read the fine print before you fill out the agreement
Druzzayne Rika Nov 2017
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Even if I want to speak truth,
I don't think I can
I don't know if I know the truth
do you? really?

Maybe truth reside somewhere far
I know what I thought about,
what I perceived truth
can be true, may be not?

I'm never entirely sure,
what I have as truth is true
or what is the colour of raw truth.
......?
maybe that I'm clueless is the truth?

3purplepebbles Nov 2017
There will truly never be enough cake in this lifetime
but absence makes the heart grow fonder
isn't it?
In your absence......
Crandall Branch Oct 2017
explode the greenness within the container of life
mortar and pestle. occipital lobe. throbbing. crasha banga booma the scent of garlic
infusing the innocent air
basil, burning. keep going keep going keep going
wear goggles to avoid the pain of the onions
cut chop slice creal
mortar. pestle. mortal & pestle.
slice
pulverize smash
o the pain
take the basil and mix it


take the nuts


mash em all up

then, mix it all together
diversity
melting ***
jellybeans? no
genoa
pesto pesticide pesto
pesto.
please comment and feedback below! thanks :)
JAC Aug 2017
I read it
a few times
and then again
and again and again
even though I do know
you really, truly miss me.
Ileana Payamps Aug 2017
i know i'm growing up.
life has taught me many things,
things that i think are mistakes
but in reality,
they aren't...
they're just lessons,
teachings that will help me
discover who i am.
who i truly am.
who i was born to be.
Paul Jones Jul 2017
The forest shimmers,     sunshine glows and dims,
Dappled light dancing     with summer colours.
12:30 - 21/07/17

State of mind: nostalgic.
Perspective: personal; spiritual; existential; philosophical.

Thoughts: from memories - of walking along a riverbank, deep into a Welsh forest, the sunshine glowing and dimming, dappled light dancing with the summer colours.

I think I experience true joy and peace in times of solitude and exploration. These times always become strong memories. Ones that can be visited, as if they were never left.

It makes me wonder about those adages that state how if pain is felt deeply, joy also can be felt strongly. But it doesn't end there. We have sensitives, which draw us to the things that make us feel a certain way. They become our habits, if easily obtains. Our dreams, if not.

When, for real, I walk through the dappled light of that Welsh forest, I will be living my dream. But the dream is not the goal, for desire is only an urge. It is when we are there, this place of dreams, that we can comfortably give life to our thoughts and thought to our life.

Questions: Where is the place that gives life to thought and thought to life?
Zero Nine Jul 2017
No,
my soul,
cannot be
taken.
No,
it's gone,
been stolen
before
you.
When you
reach for
wick warmth,
you find
disfigured
wax.
When you
bare teeth
to bite,
I'll hide,
too truly
bitten.
Can't you tell the time
for pleasure's passed?
Two tired eyes and
mirthless smile,
don't care to stop it.
JAC Mar 2017
To whom I hate:
If I truly knew you
I wouldn't hate you
Such is life.
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