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#murky
His blue eyes Burning embers As blue ocean Different shades Of the sky His hands Smoldering my skin Carving our story Warm & soft words His voice like music Cooed in my ears Pulling me under The dark covers I’m falling hard For Lucifer’s charms…
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Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 6:16 AM UTC
Pulling me under...
It is raining again today Everything is wet Everything is heavy Sun has vanished in the gray sky Everything is murky But no one else is bothered by it because The monsoon resides in me. ...
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Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 8:34 AM UTC
Monsoon
The long walks along the green meadows of Wastorwan ... The long spiel of old man at sward.. The blooming tulips at foothills of Zabarwan My soul forage whereabouts??? The days catching the stars along the Empyrean ... The days making clay castles My soul forage Whereabouts ??? The flames of hot Nunchai, From the Konforka of Samovar, Once laden on the old woman's Head ALL NOW BURIED AND DEAD!!!!! The Whizz after butterflies, The chords of Gazals, No more Heart Enthrall, As all dark and grey !! Still Here I Lay !!!! Still Here I Lay !!!! In the country of Dead Where everything seems Red Where everything seems Red
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Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 6:25 PM UTC
Long Walks of April
The waters run Murky deep. Muddy chocolate For my eyes.
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Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 4:34 PM UTC
Mudslide
He has a spot beneath his ribcage. I often find myself touching the soft skin that dips on his body. He can be so hard on me yet his lips are soft. He has gentle caring eyes. Murky. Never have I seen a set of blue as amazing as his. Sometimes the gap in his teeth can be sighted between his pink lips. And I know he thinks he is ordinary. But I want him to know he is beautiful. And like no other person I've ever known. He will not let me love him. I know he doesn't believe when I say the words. He doesn't want to. I show him by touching the scruff on his delicate face. I show him by asking for one more kiss even when he is tired and agitated. I'll always desire his presence and his skin on mine. He will not let me love him. Yet I do
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Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 9:12 PM UTC
Vincent
Nailed Indeed These things in my head Oh how they torment me Feel like I'm flying in a biplane Made of rags and wood and wire Trying to dodge weapons that will **** me The Red China hypersonic glide bombs Neo Soviet Satan 2 ICBMs Solid state lasers Exotic alloy rail guns All this and more aims for me To nail me and my small plane If I dodge one the next is there It's a matter of time before I fall And in real life... ...the list is there And it will bite me My father ill in hospital Then his ultimate end My relationship ending Due to my deeds Whatever they maybe My own war within myself For paltry reasons And other things I'm not even aware of All these will nail me If only I had a plane...
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Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 4:06 PM UTC
Nailed Indeed
*When a mourning heart wanders, it leaves footprints to follow--            On faint-lit streets and murky gutters I was led all along; I saw my body last night, hung with barbed wires on a bough. And as I dangle, bathing in moonlight, I was singing our song.*
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Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 11:46 AM UTC
When A Mourning Heart Wanders
I have numb thoughts A murky mind and clouded eyes Im searching blind Scratching shallow skin Looking for bits left behind
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Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 8:57 PM UTC
Lost