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a casket my bed, my morbid rest I am dead I am blessed death; a darkness that roams fancily dressed.
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Jun 3, 2025
Jun 3, 2025 at 2:38 AM UTC
rest in peace
Stood by the window in the heart of the glare, her feet bare on the cold floor, with a much colder stare, there she is. never out of words on days it's his breath taken away, what else is to expect from someone right out of a Shakespearean play, there she is. Dressed in blood red one day she'll wed, he hangs by a thread, the clocks may run out he'll never be done, every thousandth look is the same as the first one, there she is.
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Mar 1, 2021
Mar 1, 2021 at 5:03 PM UTC
there she is.
All hope was lost when I was alone, I cried a prayer that reached the throne. Addicted to tears shaped like the cross, I wept aloud and found that which I lost. Like a baby without a breast I was hungry and starved, I needed to rest. Weak without food I could barely see, that The King had prepared a feast right before me. Bestowed a place at his table, I found grace that was fatal. "Eat and drink and be joyful, by faith my hope is bountiful." When Jesus made me cry, I knew, that for me he had to die. By grace, through faith we are saved, by the blood that Jesus has paid. Completely God and completely man, this Jesus was killed by human hand. A sacrifice he was, Jesus loves you, just because. Resurrected from the dead, Jesus is alive, no matter what is said. Living and strong, Jesus is with you, all your life long. Jesus is building his house so big, he wants you to come and see his Kingdom gig ;) You are loved. You are blessed. In the Kings righteousness, you are dressed.
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Sep 17, 2020
Sep 17, 2020 at 10:38 AM UTC
coupe de grace
You are loved, you are blessed. In Christ's righteousness, you are dressed.
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Aug 11, 2020
Aug 11, 2020 at 12:13 PM UTC
Simply Chosen
dressed in a sharp way needing to be understood making memories Brian Hill - 2020 # 152
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Jun 4, 2020
Jun 4, 2020 at 9:08 AM UTC
Dressed - Haiku
_Up At five, Rummaging For matching socks; I meet my train, asymmetrically dressed._
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Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 1:34 AM UTC
Morning Rush Hour
Is it better to have a wise mind and be dressed in shabby clothes, rather than have a shabby mind dressed in finery? But is it best to have both a wise mind and be well-dressed?
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Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 5:47 AM UTC
Do Clothes Make the Mind?
My mind on autopilot, Life just goes on. But if it were up to me. I'd put it on pause, Forever.
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May 27, 2019
May 27, 2019 at 4:12 PM UTC
Autopilot
Saw her standing on the tracks Dressed head to toe in black A smile sat upon her lips Eyes were sad like sinking ships
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Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 5:33 AM UTC
Eyes Like Sinking Ships
Attributed To Concerned parents of Traumatized Refugee Dear Fred and Mary Anne MacLeod Trump... Posthumous belated tattered letter fragment recently discovered (liberally sprinkled with hyperbole (presumed for greater audacious zealousness), sans accidentally acquired by yours truly. Miscellaneous personal item highly valued when thwarted from auctioneer, whose gently persuasion collectible merchandise requisitioned, thence keepsake property perfunctory mandatorily forfeited. Due compensation from sole male heir (me), whose long since (resting in eternal peace) papa suffered degradation, humiliation and understandable lamentation as a kid living in Flatbush. Authorities and expert legal scholars pieced together what probably comprised a lengthy epistle rivaling the Epic of Gilgamesh). Recollection recounted torturous, malicious, and flagitious mean spiritedness visited upon the ambitious, cadaverous, and timorous body electric high-jinxed introverted male, whose abstemious, conscientious, and nutritious dietary regime, could not forestall rigor mortis. A postscript (purportedly penned prior to once philosophical pensive poet's papa's passing) stated that said personage felt bitterness, disharmonious envious self loathing. That grownup man known as mine father, though once upon a time, said recently anonymous deceased old fogey ironically registered as an atrocious, cantankerous, and egregious deplorable high school student. Also, the author of what constitutes partial opprobrious litany attests during his idolatrous, notorious, and semiconscious Arab zombie school daze. He ranked as de facto semiprecious, tremulous and unanimous scapegoat bullied by a bumptious, callous, disputatious hippopotamus of a brat infamous bruiser later in his life to become forty fifth president of UnIted States. Though documentation incomplete, the un named subject referred within torn shred recovered included signatory couching ambiguous references to a tenebrous, unscrupulous, and vicious ******* initials. Dee Tee quickly intuitively assessed as one inhumane specimen, whose pugnacious, pretentious, and pestiferous, persona characterized impetuous, adulterous apprenticeship appetite for erecting ******* skyscrapers. This once pacific pilloried pupil, whose grown son (myself), now recalls father's misty eyed anecdotes dripping with acrimonious, curmudgeonly grouchy, grizzly and crotchety old sorries, viz refashioned abominable kamikaze psychological sorties. I can vividly recall (how painful unto his old age) oft daddy's repeated quotidian taunts, whereby that bad *** acidulous, avaricious, contemptuous, enormous, and grievous big boy trumpeting bruiser exuded devious, heinous, libelous, and parsimonious tightwad, though born into wealth.
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Jun 21, 2018
Jun 21, 2018 at 8:10 PM UTC
Authenticated Addressed Partial Letter Circa 1970
Attributed To Concerned parents of Traumatized Refugee Dear Fred and Mary Anne MacLeod Trump... Posthumous belated tattered letter fragment recently discovered (liberally sprinkled with hyperbole (presumed for greater audacious zealousness), sans accidentally acquired by yours truly. Miscellaneous personal item highly valued when thwarted from auctioneer, whose gently persuasion collectible merchandise requisitioned, thence keepsake property perfunctory mandatorily forfeited. Due compensation from sole male heir (me), whose long since (resting in eternal peace) papa suffered degradation, humiliation and understandable lamentation as a kid living in Flatbush. Authorities and expert legal scholars pieced together what probably comprised a lengthy epistle rivaling the Epic of Gilgamesh). Recollection recounted torturous, malicious, and flagitious mean spiritedness visited upon the ambitious, cadaverous, and timorous body electric high-jinxed introverted male, whose abstemious, conscientious, and nutritious dietary regime, could not forestall rigor mortis. A postscript (purportedly penned prior to once philosophical pensive poet's papa's passing) stated that said personage felt bitterness, disharmonious envious self loathing. That grownup man known as mine father, though once upon a time, said recently anonymous deceased old fogey ironically registered as an atrocious, cantankerous, and egregious deplorable high school student. Also, the author of what constitutes partial opprobrious litany attests during his idolatrous, notorious, and semiconscious Arab zombie school daze. He ranked as de facto semiprecious, tremulous and unanimous scapegoat bullied by a bumptious, callous, disputatious hippopotamus of a brat infamous bruiser later in his life to become forty fifth president of UnIted States. Though documentation incomplete, the un named subject referred within torn shred recovered included signatory couching ambiguous references to a tenebrous, unscrupulous, and vicious ******* initials. Dee Tee quickly intuitively assessed as one inhumane specimen, whose pugnacious, pretentious, and pestiferous, persona characterized impetuous, adulterous apprenticeship appetite for erecting ******* skyscrapers. This once pacific pilloried pupil, whose grown son (myself), now recalls father's misty eyed anecdotes dripping with acrimonious, curmudgeonly grouchy, grizzly and crotchety old sorries, viz refashioned abominable kamikaze psychological sorties. I can vividly recall (how painful unto his old age) oft daddy's repeated quotidian taunts, whereby that bad *** acidulous, avaricious, contemptuous, enormous, and grievous big boy trumpeting bruiser exuded devious, heinous, libelous, and parsimonious tightwad, though born into wealth.
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We are told looks are important. It is implanted in our mind from day one. No one can tell the pain you're in if you look nice. They can't kiss the mental scars withheld in your mind. Dress to impressed it will help everyone stay blinded to that fact you are depressed.
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Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 12:59 AM UTC
Stressed, depressed, but well dressed
The pretty devil, Dressed well, Full pouting lips, Cheap perfume smell, Gets you every time, All you need Is to play divine, Living in your own world, Boys worship every step, Although your striped stockings Seem as if they'll curl.
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Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 12:17 AM UTC
Secret Witches
I gave you the key to my heart Even though the door was already Open for you. I was naked and vulnerable Before your eyes And I was fully dressed. I was yours And you weren't mine. --Eleanor
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Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 1:50 PM UTC
Naked and Vulnerable