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#expressive
o, giddy flame, why lead thou me so far away? long into the night and far into the waters have i sought your solace. yet, not a thing have i found that will this darkness keep at bay. why do you elude me so? o, sweet igni, why keep thou to thyself thy precious light?
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Apr 11
Apr 11, 2026 at 9:10 PM UTC
ignis fatuus
A poem to start my journey of verse; A life with no words would surely be worse. To express your joys and woes in this way, Can change the mood of any a-day. So forgive me if this is a little bit trite But I hope for my first one, you'll think it's alright. :)
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Nov 19, 2021
Nov 19, 2021 at 12:50 PM UTC
Starting Out
Painting abstract and expressive often on formats quite impressive when my use of red is too excessive I get agitated and feel a bit aggressive might as well do my taxes, so depressive then I start tidying or other things obsessive eventually a cup of tea can feel decompressive
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Jul 20, 2021
Jul 20, 2021 at 5:00 AM UTC
essive
I hear a voice Screaching noise Is it in or outside my head? Is it mad? Is it sad? Is it my brain Or my heart that's dead? Well ill cut it out Slice it up Take it out to the back To the streets To the thugs Pass it off as **** Can you feel me? Can you hear me now? Ill shine my shoes and get my coat They'll never know Ill be on top Be a rock Be the star of the show. Am I experiencing reality yet? Well this is what Staying up til 5 am does Ive got an itch that I cant scratch Im covered in membrane and dust. Sharpin my knife Dont think twice Ill disect the top layer Take out the bad Leave the good But then there is Nothing there At all. Try to put It back in But it doesn't fit So ill serve it on a hot plate Let you take it all in. How's it taste? Whats it like? Don't ask the price. Is it hot? Does it burn? Does it stick to your tounge? You can't afford it anyway. You cant afford it anyway.
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May 18, 2021
May 18, 2021 at 1:46 PM UTC
If i was a cannibal, you're the only one i wouldn't eat
Haven't wrote in a while my words stutteringggggg..... repeating the words before that duplicating expressive alterations. that sounded different! A particular vibrant diversity, worded, formulated.. effectively resonating, echoing in the same flow that seems different but cascading within contrasting similarity's..
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Aug 19, 2020
Aug 19, 2020 at 6:09 PM UTC
I'm repeating in more constructive Metaphors
When we left the icy land to drown in the scent of the bustling city, the streets were rippling with hearts stealing. There is no quiet in the bustling city nor winter, so there is no place for any cold word or heavy souls. Everything here smiles, the eyes are filled with incense and colors, and mouths have hymns. In the sweet moments here, you can't find anything but amazing moments and deep stories. Colorful lights paint the walls and cheeks and bloom with henna on the hands. I cannot forget that tree-covered road caressing our heads and the skyscraper that stands at the heart of an enchanting beach.
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Aug 7, 2020
Aug 7, 2020 at 5:05 AM UTC
The Bustling City; a prose poem by Anwer Ghani
it envelopes me like the ocean, i sink slowly, it's dark and becomes darker until everything is black, my face is wet, it tastes like this ocean, my eyes close as the darkness grabs me and clings to me and whispers to me, i am nothing and i am sorry, it drags me deeper until i am no more, it's dark, but this ocean feels so warm around me
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Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 8:42 PM UTC
l'océan noire
i fall, i see the sky that i longed for, so dark, but filled with light, it drifts from me as if to avoid me, my tears fall up and leave me, my limbs, too, detach, i become nothing again, it hurts, my chest hurts, i cant breathe, something flys away and I am empty, i'm sorry
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Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 10:39 PM UTC
i'm sorry
I'm dubious, I will never know what life brings for me. Some days, I believe in my abilities and Moments later, my other mind will interrogate me. Who am I and what do I bring by existing? I will never know since I'm so doubtful. Doubtful of all the beautiful things in life. Especially love, since I don't exist To love anymore.   If we're not here to love, what are we here for? If we can barley live, why are we living after all. Maybe one day I'll find my path, But for now, I'll continue to be in a quandary. n.n
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Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 11:00 PM UTC
always unsettled
"You have the most expressive eyes," you said. Sigh. I believed you. I still don't know... Is it the reflection of every bit of me           from my secrets no words could unfold           to my shallow happiness, a given sight to behold; Or is it the sparkles you knew you brought           that I without a second thought would admit,           with certainty that you and I would fit That you loved more about me. You'll never know... With the same glass you used to read me through           I memorized and engraved your complexity           on tissue folds and pumped blood within me; With the stares that met and laid us both naked,           deep, hard and unstoppable I fell;           but your heart remained calm and still I ended up hiding and locking myself up in a shelf. "You have the most expressive eyes," I should say. It was goodbye; I cried.
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Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 4:06 AM UTC
Eyes (Sad Version)
My friend. You came into my room so distressed, The musicians you loved had all been depressed And you wondered if you might turn out the same as them, Play the same sad songs, drink whisky and smoke. With all the dysphoria took over compassion Your clothes got expressive, you'd changed your fashion You accepted you'd sit in you chair with old age And read all the books, and imagine taking to stage. But for now you sat beside me and said let's not be scared You re-assured me of the life you most feared Somehow this comforted both your mind and mine, Dark looks for dark, it must be hard to be blind. We shall meet again someday, you said. Doubtful. As we walked past all the towering oak trees, so tall And the more you had to leave the less help I could lend Your violin still plays melodies which I can't quite comprehend.
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Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 8:40 PM UTC
My Friend
CAN YOU HEAR ME CAN YOU SEE IT ? THE RISE IN THE DARK. CAN YOU HEAR IT ? THE SOUND SO DESIRABLE THAT CREATES A SPARK. CAN YOU TASTE IT? THE DRIPPINGS SO SLICK. CAN YOU FEEL IT ? THE RIPPING SO THICK. SO YOU WANT ME ? SO RED AND SO TENDER. DO YOU NEED ME ? THE FEEL OF MY GENDER. DO YOU FEEL ME ? THE SQUIRM OF MY FLEX. DO YOU SEE ME ? THE DESIRE FROM YOUR *** DO YOU HEAR ME ? SO WET AND COMPLETE. WILL YOU FEEL ME ? SO READY AND SO DEEP. WILL YOU HEAR ME ? SAY I NEED YOU TO WRAP INTO ME. WILL YOU TASTE ME ? SO DESIRED AND SO FREE. WILL YOU WANT ME ? WHEN I NEED YOU TO BE. SO CAN YOU HEAR ME ? WHEN YOUR INSIDE OF ME.
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Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 12:12 AM UTC
CAN YOU HEAR ME?
UNTIL NEXT TIME THE PRESENCE OF YOUR BEING PLACED UP AGAINST MY BACKSIDE CAUSES A BIT OF EXCITEMENT THAT MY BODY CAN’T JUSTIFY FROM JUST A SINGLE TOUCH FROM YOU AND YOUR UNSEEING MY BODY TREMBLES DEEP INSIDE AND MY GENDER BECOMES SO REVEALING I TURN AND WRAP MY LEGS AROUND AND USE YOU LIKE A CLUTCH THE FEELING IN MY BODY STARTS TO TRAVEL I DON’T KNOW IF I CAN HANDLE IT OR IF IT’S JUST TO MUCH THE SLICKNESS MY BODY’S REVEALING BECOMES LIKE A FLUID GUIDE. YOUR ARMS GLIDING MY EVER GENTLE MOVEMENT. AS WE INTERTWINE YOU SLOWLY TAKE YOUR GENDER AND PUT IT INSIDE OF MINE TO REACH YOUR IMMENSE INDUCEMENT WITH YOUR HARDNESS BURIED INTO MINE AS I SHAPE INTO THE PERFECT FORM OF YOU SO ACCEPTING AND AGREEING BANGING THE WALLS INSIDE I GRADUALLY ACCEPT YOUR FREEING WE RISE TOGETHER IN THIS MOMENT MY BEING BEGINS TO SHATTER THIS IS A PLACE OF EVERLASTING BLISS AND NOTHING BESIDES THIS SEEMS TO EVEN MATTER MY BEING SHATTERS AS I START TO INCLINE THE COMBINED MOVEMENT OF US TWO THE SWEETNESS OF YOUR SWELL TELLS ME WE’RE NOT THROUGH AND IN THE SHADOWS I CAN SEE YOUR EYES LOCKING INTO MINE MY SOUL WANTING TO BE BURIED AND MY HIGH IS CLIMBING AGAIN INSIDE YOUR EXISTENCE IN MY LIFE SHORT LIVED YOUR BODY SO CLOSE TO MINE FOREVER YOU ARE APART OF ME YOUR BODY IS SOMETHING I STRIVE AS YOU LAY YOUR LIPS UPON MINE AND WE SAY OUR LAST GOODBYES YOU ARE FOREVER SPECIAL TO ME REMEMBER, UNTIL NEXT TIME BY JENNIFER WOLFE
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Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 12:11 AM UTC
UNTIL NEXT TIME
BLUE VOICE I am nothing but a boat its wing has a very bewitching tales I can't tell you their secrets. When the blue voice showed me its intangible soul, all the deep whispers dissolved in my dream as a sleepy blue rose. I can tell you another mystic glance; there are fogy seas of the blue voice, and you can feel their fingers touch your depth with calm astonishment. No, I am not a sorcerer, but I am just a passenger has drowned totally in the blue. SLIVERY VOICE I was not a chanter, but I could not sit on our tree bough when my grandfather had used to talk about the bright birds and the lucent horses of the sliver voice. There were cities of veiled winds their whispers touch our window with a delightful smile, penetrate our depth without delay and invade our souls with a deep salute. I was just a young child, and you can't expect to find in my pocket silvery fairies but our land is the daughter of the silver voice so you always find my daily chant; "oh the sliver voice, get my whishes on your wings and shelter my dream in the delicious midday. I am just a totally compliant and smooth southern child sits on that bough with sliver chants in his pocket." PINK VOICE I am not platonic, but I didn't smell the sleepy flowers of the pink voice. Do you see the colored vociferous wedding? Its naked soul is a fragrance of the coquette eyelids of the pink voice. When your eyes see the momentary waves of the pink voice, at that time, you will remember my words, and you will feel hardly the remote carnivalesque lands of my dispersed corners. Yes, I didn't smell the sleepy flowers of the pink voice, but I am a southern farmer knows everything about its dreamy smiles and hidden wishes.
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May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 3:29 PM UTC
VOICES
BLUE VOICE I am nothing but a boat its wing has a very bewitching tales I can't tell you their secrets. When the blue voice showed me its intangible soul, all the deep whispers dissolved in my dream as a sleepy blue rose. I can tell you another mystic glance; there are fogy seas of the blue voice, and you can feel their fingers touch your depth with calm astonishment. No, I am not a sorcerer, but I am just a passenger has drowned totally in the blue. SLIVERY VOICE I was not a chanter, but I could not sit on our tree bough when my grandfather had used to talk about the bright birds and the lucent horses of the sliver voice. There were cities of veiled winds their whispers touch our window with a delightful smile, penetrate our depth without delay and invade our souls with a deep salute. I was just a young child, and you can't expect to find in my pocket silvery fairies but our land is the daughter of the silver voice so you always find my daily chant; "oh the sliver voice, get my whishes on your wings and shelter my dream in the delicious midday. I am just a totally compliant and smooth southern child sits on that bough with sliver chants in his pocket." PINK VOICE I am not platonic, but I didn't smell the sleepy flowers of the pink voice. Do you see the colored vociferous wedding? Its naked soul is a fragrance of the coquette eyelids of the pink voice. When your eyes see the momentary waves of the pink voice, at that time, you will remember my words, and you will feel hardly the remote carnivalesque lands of my dispersed corners. Yes, I didn't smell the sleepy flowers of the pink voice, but I am a southern farmer knows everything about its dreamy smiles and hidden wishes.
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Sunflowers bloom They shine Like faces After a honeymoon! O the shine Moon gets From his Sun So does it Blooms when the Sun rises Faces away when it sets Doesn't ask for anything From the Sun Except for sunshine Is it that The sunflower calls O dear Sun Rise,awake I need to rise And when the Sun sets, She says O bye,dear I need to bear Another night Of facing away O the moonlight Does not suit me He is like me He gets his glow From you You are,so His cause as you're mine So why should I leave you And set a saga with him He waxes and wanes And is very'light' Unlike you Vigorous and radiant Why shouldn't I be you? What would the Sun reply Does he shy Does he act Herculistic What do you say Do you find someone In this scene?
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Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 7:08 AM UTC
Untitled
floating in a sea of falling snowflakes, the bitter cold entwines to me so pleasantly. a soul starts sinking to such bitter mistakes, life is a graceful tidal wave of unpredictable misery. eyes closed, untouched within, the outside is always open the gentle breeze invites itself in. hearts break from this safe haven like wildfire, all the pieces scatter on the delicate cold surface. air tightens when walking this irrational frozen wire, hot and cold swirl together as we resurface. feet lifted, mellow pace, ashes from the winter air appear in our place. paint drips in the snow like a delicate snow-angel made of glass, it's intentions are vivid though it's presence seemed colorless, insides fill like watercolor into the true colors of a canvass, eyes brighten deep to gaze into the soul filled with new purpose . the canvas has been watered, paint drops down our skin. art appears, our hearts start to fill in. colors brighten, the center darkens. the canvas gives new life, hearts are not forgotten.
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Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 5:02 PM UTC
Winter Twilight
*We've lived to expressed those wonders we thought and felt, in the depths of our emotional journey,   our words sours in highs and lows. - a fine balance at crucial times equally stable in fate and its tales. - essence of time solidify our strength through choices predicts our future yet more often never to the exact extent. - our old sheets may fade and our ink might run dry we should never lose ourselves even the smallest drop of hope creates big ripples. *
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Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 2:43 AM UTC
expressive times
Im aiming to be more blatantly free and creative a characteristic of mine that's a happy belated now that I face that it's stated, I'm faded. In and out of the working collective, consciousness and I know now that I'm calm and collected. The docs have told me that my brain is infected I've got a disease that causes me to be hectic and reckless when it comes to fighting my pessimist 'X's & if you don't like it then fine there's the exit. Exotic. Message. I'm out here messin. You say you're woke but you flexin I exist only to test it. Are you with or without us? You say you're enlightened that third eye's open and widened but are you REALLY about it?
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Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 7:02 PM UTC
Questionable flow
*Echo of a silent scream a melancholic scream a scream no one can hear but the silence itself and those lost within the silence a silent scream licking at your skin in a soft breeze as it echoes origin of the silent scream no one knows a silent scream of mercy, perhaps graceful yet dreadful it drifts along cold sea shores under the light of the moonlight through the ancient mystical forests unheard by trapped minds yet heard by those lost within the silence heard by the ones set free drifting as if they were this silent scream*
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May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 10:56 PM UTC
The Silent Scream
Do not bring your light into the dark. It is not meant to be seen though; It is meant to be felt through.
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Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 9:34 AM UTC
Inner Soul
Fragments of abandoned dreams swirl and slither in between. My mind has been infected and severed. Temptation blinds me and I fail to see your objective. For all I know you may never truly leave. You control me you own me. You've infected me warped my  thoughts and yet I still let you in.
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Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 3:49 AM UTC
Fragments
*A dead man once told me to open my mind to the pretend "fore soon they become real." He told me to open my heart to the forgotten "fore they too have an appeal." Upon the ghostly white face of that dead man, eyes of pure gold, His white body stood tall and lanky, the touch of dead flesh grew cold. I opened my mind and began to see clear reality, My heart opened wide to find those forgotten knew the truth of actuality. I asked him why he blessed me with this knowledge, wishing me off so well, He told me how he had not know, causing him to fall to a death more unpleasant than Hell. That somber dead man then fled to his grave, Just as he vanished he whispered "Be brave." I pass on this event to tell you all, Open your mind and heart or soon you too shall fall.* ❥
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Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 3:49 AM UTC
The Tale Of A Dead Man
And all the "I love you's"he said, She knew would turn to "I loved you" one day. ❥
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Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 1:45 AM UTC
When my worries became stories.