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My Dream (Sexy Sunday) EXPLICIT (X-RATED)
***Seriously.... It's Explicit!*** / You walk towards me / Slowly, seductively
@the-girl-who-loved-you
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Smelly Cat
Smelly cat, Smelly cat / What are they feeding you? / Smelly cat, Smelly cat
@Baconinreverse
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adore
I've drank until my stomach hurt, bought flowers for funerals, slept in hospital beds, kissed sad girls happy. / I've filled my lungs to brim with smoke and decay, fallen for ugly hearts, walked home barefoot with heels in my hand, had so many loves. / He has something unlike any other, with his dirty hands and bright brown eyes and dark blonde hair. Like a flower in the midst of a rainstorm or a suit or the kind of boy you would adore in movies and go to bed dreaming about and be sad that you couldn't find him anywhere around here.
@caroline-wonder
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It's been a year
When i think back to the day I met you, my heart explodes. / I am both the happiest person in the world, because I hugged you, and the saddest because it's been so long. / In class, I can't focus because the memory of your smile keeps coming back to me.
@brainwhispers
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You know what?
you know what? / I bought a dog. / but it ate me.
@kollitiki-vradypodes
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Life
I do not care what people say / your whole life can pass by in six seconds / it doesn't exist;
@love-and-lie-laugh
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Scary
When you take a shit, / And I ain't talking no "*ploop ploop*" kind of shit, / I'm talking a **HUGE MASSIVE MONSTER DUMP THAT MAY HAVE KILLED YOUR SISTER SITTING IN THE OTHER ROOM** kind of shit.
@hayleybear12
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Ily
I am irrevocably in love with you. / This is not a poem. / This is a confession.
@Angelarosebravo
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Blue and White Checkered Floor.
Oh My.... The Blue and White Checkered Board Floor in that house, Memories Flooded me last night. then I awoke screaming a few things, as in my dreams I was on the walkway on my knees just distraught and terrified screaming " it was not my fault, they stole my memories, they didn't believe me and they called me a liar." and was having full on flashbacks and bizarre dreams. coconut shavings in a can that tasted so good, they were like milk. dumbo the elephant, golden trains all on a children's book, and readings, like "broken pre pot, short and stout, here is my handle and here my broken spout" a bead girl in the marsh by the house in the dream, the pegboard and the spotless floor blue and white keep clean, asking to go, or as we heard someone in the kitchen working and trying to hold it in. and then, watching as we drove by my grand mothers as I cry thinking, she will never know that it was not her fault and she will not know where to find me as I was doing as I was told by driver. I remembered the taste of pennies in my mouth as my bones would bend, always wishing they would break but they would just bend. and I kept hearing," likely blew with is horn, crying wolf, crying wolf, lil boy blew,blew his silly lil horn and no one would believe all the children were torn." yes, the house with the blue and white checkered floor seems to have triggered finally a few memories and some very intense and did I mention intense dreams. I woke screaming and sweating a few times while sleeping in phoenix'a bed. yeah.I could use ... yeah ... that was ... yeah.. but now I remember, and I tried, and there are parts I targeting talk about on here. yes I see ... too and the girl blue and all the....... wow intense dreams.
@ricci-moon-scott-crow-moon
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The Greatest Poem Ever
I compose / right cheek on pillow / cool eye towards the morning
@abrahampinhas
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WTH
VC / CV / CCTV
@kyraspeaks
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Society Anxiety
This society is much needed. / Faking our smiles, just to get by. / I'm gonna be honest I know nothing about you or anyone here.
@PoeticMinds
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wishing well
there is a wishing well / behind your eyes / and i'm throwing all my coins
@sarah-33
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This is RIDICULOUS!
So I published a book recently; The H Trilogy Volume 1: City of Angels / And I'm REALLY frustrated because the book should be #1 on the Amazon Hot New Releases right now in Poetry but instead there is an HP Lovecraft book in the #1 position and I'm #2. This is an atrocity to the integrity of all us real writers because for one the anthology is not New. HP Lovecraft is dead. And the anthology was not released by him. If you read the reviews on the Lovecraft collection you'll see! / There are many 1 star reviews from people that I don't know but that share the same perspective of outrage as I do.
@aaronlalux
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BRIEF BIOGRAPHY OF MATTHEW SCOTT HARRIS:
Matthew Scott Harris (the second offspring / and only son of Boyce and the late harriet harris) / made his unheralded debut on a brutally cold
@matthew-scott-harris2p
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Fuck tha Authorities
Searching me down / looking for the prada / thinking every chav is selling narcotta
@robbie-gunn
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May I?
I've been stairing at my ceiling above my bed, / My thoughts are swarming in my head, / These demons for some untold reasons seem to always want me dead,
@EvangelineGreen
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I'm not sure
I come back inside / cold from the windy winter day / worst day to wear a short sleeve
@shyana-sri
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$$free$$ how to know if you were brainwashed at birth #1
if you're brainwashed you never know unless / they smacked you on the ass, so now you're their bitch / you put a new spin on eating the rich
@GaryL
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Why did little johnny even go to school he couldn't even read
the gun nuts touting the 2nd amendment for profit / claiming trump will make anything "great again" / are scary as fuck.
@OldeMrHoover
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Mon Ange
Vous êtes la douce lueur de l’Aube, comme elle scintille à travers l’herbe humide, / Comme des étoiles sous mes pieds. / C’est le paradis que je peux atteindre
@MoonsLight
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Insomniaaaaaaa
Insomnia is making my brain independent from my wants. / I want to meet my pillow / But my thoughts still haunt.
@abbysa
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Why my heart blackens.
The worst of people are / the living stereotypes of what make us all cringe. / Unchallenged they grow sadder and sick
@OldeMrHoover
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Scent of death
The biscuits in the urinals, dissolve right on queue / melting at the proffered reward, of urine, passing through / Smells and pungent scents, assailing nostrils and hairs
@TemporalFugue
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