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The Life Of A Spirit Bird   by Emmano Pierre The life of a spirit bird Long live the spirit bird As the spirit bird flew The spirit bird knew That soon he will have flown so far That the things he once knew were all so lost So the spirit bird flew And as he has flown before The spirit bird always found something new But under all that, the spirit bird knew That one day, he would have flown too far But the spirit bird flew and flew because That was all he knew.
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Sep 7, 2025
Sep 7, 2025 at 10:37 PM UTC
The Life Of A Spirit Bird
Should Andromeda collapse / Hammering hydrogen entraps Cresting waves of burnished light / Whitecaps in the endless night Fly apart with gentle violence / Into eternity of silence
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Jun 19, 2023
Jun 19, 2023 at 5:04 AM UTC
Andromeda Collapse
The Quickening by Michael R. Burch for Beth I never meant to love you when I held you in my arms promising you sagely wise, noncommittal charms. And I never meant to need you when I touched your tender lips with kisses that intrigued my own – such kisses I had never known, nor a heartbeat in my fingertips! Keywords/Tags: love, quickening, lips, tender, kisses, intrigued, intriguing, heart, heartbeat, pulse, desire
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Apr 11, 2020
Apr 11, 2020 at 5:46 AM UTC
The Quickening
My home ran way Now I sit were glass meets the frame at the window and wait. How long has it been Years? Weeks? I'm not sure I care.. I'm not sure I don't The mountabank came round again Selling me a fictitious love. His love. You see, sense he travels so much selling the good oils of Rosemary tilled out of our toilet, Powders that I personally made from the stalagmites that grow in the southwest corner of my dwelling, and Teeth whitener scraped from off only the finest ingredients of Feets calus, the kind aquired after walking long enough to no longer need shoes. No he had no time for me and besides, he wasn't my home. I'd have my fun but... He could never hold my love. Yesterday I passed away The cold nothing Became a greater threat this time I didn't have my home Nor my love I wasn't ready to go. In a dank cave somewhere in the Philippines After the hair on my head grew from fire red To silver white. Still sitting where the glass meets the frame.
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Jul 9, 2019
Jul 9, 2019 at 4:39 PM UTC
Where the glass meets the frame
time is an illusion we are living in a lie yet no one wants to find the truth of what happens when we die as we don't really want life to end just something nicer something nice to begin time is an illusion we are living in a lie but we like this lie so we let it pass by illusioned by time
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Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 11:49 PM UTC
time (sequel to "bored")
Oh my love! Oh my Venus! I wait for you all night. My heart always revolving Arround your thought After I see you that day. That day was very hard till I see you. I left alone by everyone. On the sky no moon to comfort me. Looking at the dark sky Make my heart even harder. That was the time you appear To my eyes. You shine so bright. I amazed by your intriguing beauty. Your mesmerizing beauty calms The valcanoes happened in my mind. I heard you are hot one. But, That day you cool my heart. I heard you rotate in opposite direction But, that day you directed me to Find the right path. Although, you shrouded by the Carbon dioxide and nitrogen, You made inhale the oxigen freely In the earth that day. From that day, I am waiting for you Under the dark sky. Amidst the clouds you always hide. I am waiting to the cloud get clearer. I know I can't reach you. But, My love! Let me love you from This far at least. I know I can't embrace you. But, My love! Let me embrace you Within my thoughts. I Know I can't breath in you. But, My love! Let me breath in your thoughts. Oh my love! Oh my Venus! Let me see the glimpse of you. Let this nostalgia disappear From my heart.
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Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 1:48 PM UTC
Oh My Love! Oh My Venus!
_i don't really like talking to people too much anymore no one really has anything to say it's all just small talk no one likes deep conversations anymore and that's what i'm here for but i knew i was in love with you when i just wanted to talk to you about anything you could just say hello to me and it would light up my whole day and i could talk to you for hours about the weather or other little things and i would never get bored you fascinate me_
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Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 9:38 PM UTC
intriguing
The gaze that sought my eyes were fierce, Dark and brooding, right through they pierce, My toes curled in fear and lust, The thought of both left me aghast. Shamelessly reveling in the fire in his eyes, Melt I did, as my breath quickened. Yes and No blurred as I answered him, His silence in response rang through my chest. He stood so patient, impossible for a man his kind, For an acknowledgement, a nod, or a smile. I lowered my eyes from the scorching heat, My mind reeling in the endless tales it spun. A foot away lay my temptation, That held all my attention, To give in was all I wanted, For the rest would be in his arms, A 'no' still lingered, holding me steadfast.
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Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 11:21 PM UTC
Beguilingly..Him
A palindrome isn't a palindrome, intriguingly   How can that be? That something isn't itself by definition, literally ...Am I really me?
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Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 4:55 AM UTC
Palindrome's Irony
His voice echo in her mind Words engraving her being The dark space between them Where they entangle cryptically Destined to the forlorn demise Chained and shackled with curse A sullen face with intriguing eyes A withered heart and bruised brain The sonnet of melancholic mess The story of inconsolable loss Damaged tenuous souls in worship Connected with waves of thoughts She craves annihilation into him He is distant lost in himself Two naked souls dazed in madness Existing in a questionable state
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Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 11:43 PM UTC
Premature Passion
He is the mystery of mysteries She loves solving puzzles
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Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 5:08 PM UTC
Riddle
when is it crossing the line? when I am in front of it all laid out on the table seeking a potent euphoria constantly wondering if I have done enough but it is never fulfilling on a search for a meaning in this mess yet never finding one there's always suspense wondering if I am secure the thrill is so intriguing and too hard to give up
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Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 3:53 PM UTC
when is it crossing the line
Like a siren; alluring. Like a campfire; warming. Like an addiction; captivating. Like the sun; lustrous. She was all of these things upon sight. Like a good book; intriguing. Like an idea; different. Like the breeze; refreshing. Like inspiration; reassuring. She was all of these things upon conversation. Like a dream; distant. Like music; intangible. Like an illusion; comforting. Like the moon; unobtainable. She was all of these things upon waking. Like all of these things; Her.
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Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 3:58 PM UTC
Her.
Does the beta know About life in other fish bowls
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Jan 5, 2013
Jan 5, 2013 at 12:52 AM UTC
ignorance
Artificial      abracadabra Gibberish        grammar Intriguing       illusions Confused        crowds
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Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 2:56 PM UTC
Magic men
i want to get to know you. i remember thinking that when i first met you. i wanted to get to know everything about you. what you look like in the morning, what you look like at night, what your hair is like if you jokingly put it up in a towel, what your family is like, what words you use a lot. what your favorite scent of febreeze is, what color you describe the sky as, what you think of when you see something beautiful. what your favorite creamer is to put into your coffee or if you even like coffee, what you look like at 2am when you're feeling alone. how you speak when you are angry in comparison to when you are sad (so i will never get the two mixed up), what you want as a tattoo, what you believe in. i wanted to know everything that i could fall in love with. and i learned that there is no one else i would rather know, than you. because absolutely everything about you is intriguing, from what you look like in the morning to what you dare to believe in.
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Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 2:03 AM UTC
know you
The sly smoke lingering upon the room The door open, enclosing the broom Calmly I sat, on my wooden chair Reading the newspaper, under the sun's glare Yet the phone soundly rang A catchy tune it's speakers sang In my mind, who could it be? In the end of the line, a stranger greets me. And such reveals the mists of mystery He demands me to stay awake This uncalled feeling of stressful misery Is far worst than I could take
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May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 8:51 PM UTC
The detective