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Like a vampire, I'd met him in the night Seated by a fireplace filled with flickering light The silence lulled as if drawing me in Broken by his voice, dripping with sin Dark hair beautifully framing his face clear white skin, like an old portrait filled with grace As if looking through me with those piercing blue eyes Revealing the secrets that within me, they lie To brandish a stake, to hold it tightly in my hand Desire to pierce the still-beating heart, return it to the land Unlike a gentle melody dancing in the night The taste of iron on my lips wouldn't feel right Trace the lines of my body, call me mine with those lips Enchant me with that sweet tongue, Let my reality begin to slip Caress me with those cold hands, Hold me tightly in embrace Tell me all your heart desires, what you dare not face Close your eyes for but a moment, Feel the warmth of my skin Let it radiate around you, Breath it all in Now run away quickly, Flee while you can Before the prey falls captive, to this hunter of a man Quench your thirst -
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Aug 26, 2023
Aug 26, 2023 at 10:56 PM UTC
Quench your Thirst
Sadness had taken my Hands and refused to let them Go. Loneliness held My speech and My Words had stopped to Flow. Her Love turned out to be like Water and it helped Me Quench My Thirst. She gave Me a Hope for living and saved My Life from the Worst. She turned out to be the Moon, in a Universe full of Stars and When She touched My Wounds, they vanished along with My Scars. My Heart became a bit Stronger, When Her Love touched My Shore. Like the Stars it began to Sparkle, When She loved it all the More.
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Aug 23, 2023
Aug 23, 2023 at 10:17 AM UTC
She turned out to be the Moon
You are The Divine Living Ocean and I am an empty cup with Thy Holy Waters of Life please come and fill me up. You’re the only One Who can really quench all my thirst of Thy life giving waters allow me to drink and not burst. ________________________
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Aug 13, 2019
Aug 13, 2019 at 2:40 AM UTC
Quatrain #371 - You are The Divine Living Ocean......
Your thirst Now quenched, Fuels the fire Of my regret, A post-coital paradox.
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Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 4:39 PM UTC
One-Night Stand
Love is the only thing that can quench this blazing fire of hatred in the world.
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Dec 24, 2018
Dec 24, 2018 at 11:50 AM UTC
Spread love
i am thirsty for all your blood, milk, and honey sweet and thirst quenching like a mosquito let me seep into your veins and take everything you have to offer thunder rolls above a sweet death kiss waits for you trust me, not clickbait
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Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 10:22 AM UTC
thirsty (haiku)
I would've torn myself limb from limb to appease your hunger but you still would't have wanted me. I would've broken my bones to build you a throne but you still wouldn't have wanted me. I would've wrung myself dry of blood to quench your thirst but you wouldn't have wanted me. I would've skinned myself to stitch you clothes but you still would't have wanted me. I would've burned myself to keep you warm but you would still leave.
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Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 2:12 AM UTC
You still wouldn't have wanted me
To surprise mending hearts, the rain has come. How they know, its work is done. Now light-filled hearts were dark; too dark withered & waiting for the clouds to return.
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Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 7:03 AM UTC
Summer Rain
Drying like a dying leaf Thirsty angry full of grief Ain't no water in this town And if there were I'd spit it out Deny myself No, quenching thirst It ain't for me I don't deserve Not today Not anyway Today I'm dry Wrinkled weathered withered spirit All alone yet too much noise I hear my name Another day At the office With the drones But who am I if I'm not them If them is drones I'm the ******* motherboard Of corporate copy selling **** To ***** across the world It pays the bills Such a sellout So I won't quench my thirst
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Aug 24, 2017
Aug 24, 2017 at 8:51 AM UTC
In The Sun
If i was you I wouldn't pull that thread Things will surly unravel in your unstable head Your world will crush, your heart will turn blue Keep my love close, don't push me from you I'm your glue, I'm your tourniquet I'll stop the bleed, with kisses so delicate On your forehead I'll place them gently, to cool your soul and start a fire You can only quench when me, you acquire I'll hold you close when you start to float away Wrap you up in my body night and day I will show my love with more than just word's and phrases Forever I will be your light as I set my soul on fire, for you it blazes
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Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 8:33 AM UTC
My Love Poem
I cling to hope like a newborn baby clings to his mother. We were all new once. There was a time in all of our lives when we didn't know that hundreds of little girls in Africa are missing. We didn't know what a bruise was much less how they got around our loved ones necks. There was a time when color was only a figment of the mind. A time when words didn't cut like glass. Our planet is crying for help. The world is 71% water but our people are thirsty. We punish our children when they use violence as the answer but have no problem sending their daddies to war. We tell grieving teenagers that they don't know what love is, but at what point do they make that transition? We blame those that go hungry on their lack of job, but make it impossible to afford the skills to get one. There is a problem. When money can rip families to shreds. When the remains of their love is scattered on the side walk, while a stack of paper grins at its control. When boys grow up in the light of a struggling single mom yet let their daughters grow up the same way. When religion is no longer about love or acceptance. When sexuality will **** you to hell, but ****** will receive forgiveness if asked. He had a dream, that our white brothers and our black brothers would come together as equal brothers. I have a dream that women will receive the same treatment as white men, and that black men will receive the same treatment as women and color will only matter when celebrating our cultures. I have a dream, that the world will no longer be thirsty.
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Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 9:28 PM UTC
Quench
I cling to hope like a newborn baby clings to his mother. We were all new once. There was a time in all of our lives when we didn't know that hundreds of little girls in Africa are missing. We didn't know what a bruise was much less how they got around our loved ones necks. There was a time when color was only a figment of the mind. A time when words didn't cut like glass. Our planet is crying for help. The world is 71% water but our people are thirsty. We punish our children when they use violence as the answer but have no problem sending their daddies to war. We tell grieving teenagers that they don't know what love is, but at what point do they make that transition? We blame those that go hungry on their lack of job, but make it impossible to afford the skills to get one. There is a problem. When money can rip families to shreds. When the remains of their love is scattered on the side walk, while a stack of paper grins at its control. When boys grow up in the light of a struggling single mom yet let their daughters grow up the same way. When religion is no longer about love or acceptance. When sexuality will **** you to hell, but ****** will receive forgiveness if asked. He had a dream, that our white brothers and our black brothers would come together as equal brothers. I have a dream that women will receive the same treatment as white men, and that black men will receive the same treatment as women and color will only matter when celebrating our cultures. I have a dream, that the world will no longer be thirsty.
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When dreams become nightmares that twist in the brain, how long can love in the heart remain? Will nothing ever quench the flame or fill the lonely spaces? As always it's you, the affliction and the cure.
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Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 12:48 PM UTC
Affliction