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Jabin Jul 2018
My pancreas busted.
Sugar was too sweet.
The candy I trusted
Has taken my feet.

I thought it was virtue.
Truth, I always sought.
I must now bid adieu
I won't take the shot.
Mystic Ink Plus Jul 2018
Being silent
She told me to open my eyes
To say few words about her

How can I tell?

How can I tell?
She looks more beautiful
With my eyes shut

Words compete one another
Trying to express, why her silence is
Worth having for

Long live her silence
Her virtue
Stand by
Genre:Romantic
Theme: The Connections
Sun Drop Jun 2018
As the chisel strikes the marble, so the psyche shapes the man.
Perfect in his alabaster, carving self from his own hands.
And once honed, his craft can grow by drafting bodies made of stone
Sourced from quarries free of worry, something he can call his own.

If he wishes to ascend beyond his animal desires,
He must grow a patience cold enough to ***** the raging fires
Burning hot against his skin and so within his weary soul,
For his enemy resides in him, and stokes the glowing coals.
I'm back
stopdoopy Aug 2018
I wish to gaze upon thee, look at the expanse of virtue.

You truly are a rival for Aphrodite.

An ethereal being.

I am but a priestess, at your alter, worshipping.

If I could meet those eyes, ghost fingers over satin skin, card through sleek locks, then surely I'd be blessed.

For you I'd do as Orpheus for Eurydice, without looking back.

To love a goddess such as yourself is eternal.
I really wanted to write about Hatshepsut and her lover instead but either I found the wrong woman pharaoh or I dreamt the whole thing I've read about her lover before so... couldn't do that. What I remember reading was that her successor started destroying things she's built and having her name erased off of things which is essential for the afterlife, so her lover broke into her tomb to write her name, thus ruining his own chance at an afterlife because desecrating a resting place was a huge no-no. So yeah Idk where I read that or if I did but that's the idea.

So I had to settle on a couple who's names I could remember/actually look up their story and here it is.


Just a heads up because it pertains to a poem coming up, I wrote this months ago.
Poetic T Jun 2018
Bellowing ferocity holds its calm
over the imperial hunger of ants
                         clambering feverishly  below.

Even though they build to the heavens,
             It will wash clean  away
every virtue of there
                        false benevolence.
Nathan Chittum May 2018
What if you had 30 seconds? 30 seconds to prove that love and hope exists. How about 10 seconds? Maybe even 1.... Cause for some, that’s all they have. They have your smile on the way out of the grocery store to their 45 Caliber handgun waiting for them at home. They have your kind words during another **** day where the best solution seems to be a Carbon monoxide filled garage. They have an apology moments before the unthinkable happens. Greater love has no man than to lay his life down for his friends but greater hate has no man than to deney the existence  of love.
Autmn T May 2018
They sit in their beautiful growth. They are observed from afar. They mark these areas, firmly staked into the ground. All it takes is one selfish, careless person to rip them out. After that, their seeds dont shake and blossom anymore. They decay and wilt. Become nothing more than a dead, pretty thing that use to be.
Written during a walk home from a nature trail after looking at trimmed flowers and reflecting on the selfishness of trying to live in a beautiful moment.
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