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#adamandeve
I write better when I’m not in love— lose my pen the moment I find it. Love blinds, quietly revealing us most; our natural selves is a nature of vulnerability being our nakedness. You’d be first in an Adam’s breath; his rib pulled from its cage to meet his lover by the Eve. Maybe that’s why the garden bloomed— humans growing toward each other.
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May 15
May 15, 2026 at 5:47 PM UTC
Rib & Garden
Books used to portray how Eve possessed the original sin Along with her overripe Pain, passed down to all of kin Confess, tell me now Is this the reason why Women get born with shame Stamped on our skin, shame Buried within, shame Dragged for decades Like that tree in Eden This shame shall never die Banished, barely forgiven As soon as you leave Your mother’s ribs You are subjected to laws Of your father’s rage The world where men Decides on who I am Should have been Left as a myth
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Apr 1, 2025
Apr 1, 2025 at 6:34 PM UTC
Shamed Since Birth
Put me in Adam's place between The lonely grove of sweet bliss Or her love in the abyss I'll lick the forbidden fruit clean Eat from the palm of her hand No gift to tie me to this land But my shameful baby By my God, I'll go banned Only blessed by my baby When she's already gone to sin There'd be nothing else to do But look in snake's eyes and grin And take the original fall All's well as long as I have you Towards hell's fire, I'd crawl Swim through the flames of the pyres Sleep upside down with the liars All for my baby's love in the fire
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Jun 16, 2024
Jun 16, 2024 at 6:35 PM UTC
Forbidden Fruit
I don't pretend to know why Eve ate the apple but I know she's not the one who ****** us. He created Her for Him. A Marionett made on a whim, discarded. The predesecor to the ****** Mother. Mary, I'm so sorry. I wonder who realised first their limbs had strings?   A lamb and a shepard Born for slaughter. We were all daughters once. I sat through sermons week in, week out, never a doubt about where I was meant to fit. Meek Mild Submissive Mother I wonder what my daughters opinion is on having never been born. I stopped reading the bible before I could discover the word for a Childless Mother but I'm pretty sure it's Women. What does that make me. When I eat an apple, I like to cut it into slices and eat each segment individually.   I'll throw away the seeds, nibble at the core, discard the skin. We were told she took a bite but I often wonder just how Eve committed her sin and what is taste like. I do not begrudge Eve the apple. I begrudge Adam the audactiy to ask for a partner in suffering.
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Aug 27, 2021
Aug 27, 2021 at 1:12 PM UTC
Acidic Molasses
I don’t believe in good or evil, heaven or hell. My idea goes- The only true punishment for Eve’s Alleged temptation, Would be a forced breath, a rebirth, repeat life for As long as humans are able to walk the earth, That will show us.
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Apr 10, 2021
Apr 10, 2021 at 10:04 AM UTC
Eve and Adam
I’m made of dust, dried bones and incomplete, To be cursed for want of a stolen rib, Barely alive with the faintest heartbeat, A grown man like an orphan in his crib. No room for a soul in my shriveled veins, No life support for fragile loneliness, To acquiesce in sadness given reins, A flawed experiment in holiness. To be alive gives no consolation, My helpmate has absconded with my soul, Turning my devotion to temptation To fill a void when I should have been whole. This lesson has been far too hard to learn! To God-forsaken earth let me return!
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Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 7:55 AM UTC
Sonnet To Desperation
I painted it With one of his ribs He knew I needed it And he gave it Willingly Apparently He'd always Had an extra one.
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Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 11:06 AM UTC
Oh this painting?
I’ve longed for so long to be A part of something apart from me But the seconds and minutes draw near Turn into days, into weeks, a year Just what will it take to be, Just to be, to be free Will you be the Adam to my Eve? Without you I’m incomplete Just half of what I could be Jack and Sally or Sid and Nancy Nobody else can compete Together we will run free Let’s write our own twisted love story Who cares what anyone else may say We’ll be both the judge and jury And in our own little world we’ll stay I want to be closer now Closer than skin and bone will allow I want to peel away the edges To remove all the excess Be closer than we know how Just be free, you and me The Romeo to my Juliet Without you I’m incomplete Just half of what I could be I’ll be Scarlett O and you’ll be Rhett Nobody else can compete Together we will run free Let’s write our own twisted love story Who cares what anyone else may say We’ll be both judge and jury And in our own little world we’ll stay Will you be the Jekyll to my Hyde? Without you I’m incomplete Just half of what I could be And I’ll be the Bonnie to your Clyde, Nobody else can compete Together we will run free Copyright © 2016-2017 KF
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Dec 11, 2016
Dec 11, 2016 at 10:30 AM UTC
Jeckyll And Hyde
from the golden tree That apple of which I bit and then tossed down hill rolled down along the pit got scuffed with mud and spit our minds forgot our bodies ought not control our thought from such beacons do we all depart trying to find our place, our very own part feeling for others souls with are hands, without heart to such depths all must go getting filthy just to know when we find a convenient answer upwards we to flow we take it up, hold it high figuring that if it touched the sky amongst us would the beacon live free for all to share and and give our jewel, blissful humanity slays for amongst our rivalry is it lain we all fight the good fight some haven't been able to take a bite and hide away thinking they missed the last good day
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Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 10:28 PM UTC
Trials of the Beacons
Our love is like some stars in the sky Which is light years too late to survive It's already dead as we gaze upon it Already ended before it begun Our love will just be like some stars Nothing but captivating memories A light that shines in darkest moments Swallowed by sunrise as it faces reality If only the clock can be turned Before an Eve was drawn from you Before the vows had been exchanged Before the fruits ripened and was due I could have been your Eve The one beside you under the sheets Who fills the gaps between your fingers While holding on to the wings of little angels The thought would make me the happiest being But now its nothing but a celestial dream Maybe in another life it will come true Or in another galaxy... who knows,       there could be me and you. Even if I plead to thousand shooting stars I know my wish of us cannot be done And never would I want to be the serpent with an apple Deceiving hearts and making humanity miserable.
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Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 4:50 AM UTC
FORBIDDEN APPLE
Her eyes danced with the tiny flames that held a secret each growing brighter when they urged to yank the oxygen from her heart and let the sparks console the deep holes bursting with pleasure She dabbles in the waves of fire and brimstone The honey dipped arms monopolize the dry neck Squeezing harder, and harder The metallic taste of rust shoves in front her teeth Her eyes beg to fall out to stop witnessing the desecration She tries not to let the secret out but her decomposed body bows down to the forensic earth Lying in her death bed she knows She tasted the burnt coals And forgot to tell Adam She won't see him in heaven.
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Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 5:23 PM UTC
Sinned by Honesty