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c Apr 2018
We danced, the cognate vessels
Nested in walls &
Cowered in blood

We buried love deep into
Beating flesh &
Writhed In Utero

We emptied veins of reason
Laid in torment &
Seceded in white gowns

We--Empiric experiments
We--Deficient devices
We--Thrashing threadbare

We--Womb
We--Woman

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c
I was recently researching the term "hysteria", and the dark history that follows it. Stripped to its Greek roots, it essentially equates to "crazy woman". Doctors used this term to diagnose women & commit them as psychologically disturbed. They also used it to describe a woman while she was menstruating. It's worth looking into.
awknight Mar 2018
my eyes
drag across
the world in
front of me.

from darkness
to light
I am tired
but awake.

a new life.
reborn from the
grasps of death.
slightly conscious.

around me
I see faces
— unfamiliar.
Dolly Balou Mar 2018
The womb in my view is the most emotively eloquent aspect of a woman.
I believe the womb is the source of unlocking true love.

For when a woman gifts her womb to a man, it is then that she learns to love unconditionally.
Before this ability is unlocked, she will never know.

Personally, I have wholeheartedly devoted my womb to one man on two occasions.
This is the man I plan to marry.
This is the man I released my soul unto.

This.

Is the man.

During the first occasion is when I learned what true love felt like, from within my soul.
There was no other person on this earth to which I had devoted my entirety to.
I felt the flow of my energy intertwine with his as together we combined to form the ultimate gift of life.
There was something incredibly compelling when our two souls became one, forever coupled.

The second time I relinquished my womb it did not go as planned.
There was still true love involved, however this time I believe a tragedy was required in order for emotions to flow freely between two souls.
There was a blockage between the two, built from the pain of time and the ease that distance can entail.
However, together, two were able to accept this blockage and work on letting love flow, for love is what heals pain in my view.

More time passed
Along with this time came strength, autonomy, and independence
All still within the unity that was.

The bond was unbreakable.

Was.
Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
Effort was to born
Get life.

Then,
I realize
It’s more safer
Inside the womb.
Theme: a disturbed mind
were
in
the
womb

it
was
before
this
i
loved you

make your new
plans
in
my
hands
?





















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from
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if you like someone
without them knowing what it means
they will hate you
find some
words
to
go
with
your liking my writes
we know what hates
chances are
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keep your single button likes
for your
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Star BG Feb 2018
Drifting in fluid of life,
I lie in a dream state.
Kick one, kick two dance
to heart ensues.

Liquid nourishment flavored with love flows.
Moments of muffled sounds echo.

Until, outside sun calls
and I must leave human cave
to venture into world.
No more to drink from womb of life.
inspired by branded glaciers GE
could fill the blank spaces
my empty words fill blank spaces
every thought you ever had
has been consumed
by my empty
words

empty

empty

empty

empty me
strain me through
your spooned
womb

my stars are meant to be branded
my stars find their way from stranded
my glaciers are stone tears
my grinders have edges
that trim fear

this life flipped
on
an
granted coin

your silver is tarnished
what moth *****
have
dusted
your nose

that my empty words could be called empty

grab an bat
hit the *****
that albino bat
is me
backed
against
cave walls

screeching is my voice
free will is my choice
what does sever mean to me
all the ties that i teach to breath
turn around an put their claws in me
drain me here
pull the water
from
my
ducts

salt your image
with
flying
*****
from
my
empty words
?


















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words origin
For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge
Fortification Under Concent of the King
know what your profanity means
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Mark Wanless Dec 2017
"Wet Green Rock"


The wet green rock
That is our world
Floats round and round
A flaming torch
That sends its rays
Through cold dark space
To warm the air and land
And thus is formed
The womb and tomb
In which we live
Our mortal days
And pained we dream
Of other realms
To lay beyond this sphere
Diána Bósa Nov 2017
Only imagined the moving,
dreamed the breathing
for I was walled up alive
beneath the body of life,
its womb was my tomb,
its stasis was my shroud,
yet, my immurement
is come to an end now, though,
for I can witness the rising
of the dark harvest moons
under your eyes.
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