#venusflytrap - Hello Poetry

I can't move my wings I can't move my feet Stuck and suffocated under a slowly closing lid My ignorance invokes my ruin I have been so stupid If that justifies this punishment then yes, devour me -X-

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Mar 29, 2019

Mar 29, 2019 at 3:40 PM UTC

nishwokobi

Venus Flytrap

I can't move my wings I can't move my feet Stuck and suffocated under a slowly closing lid My ignorance invokes my ruin I have been so stupid If that justifies this punishment then yes, devour me -X-

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dollop of jet black ink on a backdrop of white, framed in almond soft doe eyes. lashes that bid me stay. draw me in, dionaea muscipula. everything is a blur except for your gaze. i hear music when our eyes meet. tease me with your smile. oh, but i long for you

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Aug 12, 2018

Aug 12, 2018 at 3:45 PM UTC

dbabybey

a geisha's glance

dollop of jet black ink on a backdrop of white, framed in almond soft doe eyes. lashes that bid me stay. draw me in, dionaea muscipula. everything is a blur except for your gaze. i hear music when our eyes meet. tease me with your smile. oh, but i long for you

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I am not a tiger, a vampire, or a ghost. I cannot attack them straight on with my ferocious strength. I cannot watch them bleed from my claws. I cannot lure them with beauty and perfection, lulling them in with a smile, snapping necks with bare hands. I cannot sneak up on the shadows gliding soundlessly until I strike. A whisper, a warning, wherever I go. But I can sew together my seams and glue the cracks together. I can fold down the edges and become a gentle circle. I can smile just the right amount to be a gentle, innocent flower, a master of deception. I am a Venus flytrap. An unknowing flower, not as pretty as the rest, but soft and gentle, a perfect place to rest Until I close my gapping mouth around you trapping you inside, Eating you piece by piece until the pain destroys you from inside.

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Jan 6, 2016

Jan 6, 2016 at 12:24 AM UTC

ThearaSteglaidias

Untitled

I am not a tiger, a vampire, or a ghost. I cannot attack them straight on with my ferocious strength. I cannot watch them bleed from my claws. I cannot lure them with beauty and perfection, lulling them in with a smile, snapping necks with bare hands. I cannot sneak up on the shadows gliding soundlessly until I strike. A whisper, a warning, wherever I go. But I can sew together my seams and glue the cracks together. I can fold down the edges and become a gentle circle. I can smile just the right amount to be a gentle, innocent flower, a master of deception. I am a Venus flytrap. An unknowing flower, not as pretty as the rest, but soft and gentle, a perfect place to rest Until I close my gapping mouth around you trapping you inside, Eating you piece by piece until the pain destroys you from inside.

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There is a stirring in my chest, an elation I will not and cannot resist. There was once a moment where all of life stood still and my feet grew heavy barren heavy. Completely empty and ready to fall. There is a fire down below where the depths of sight can’t grow. It still feeds off my worried brain like a fetus planted hover-vein. The Venus Fly Trap sets its will spiked teeth ready, for the **** There is a place where spider webs and crawling things fit for nub ebb. All my flagrant floppy body deteriorates, demotivates, deregulates into a monster of the fiendish kind one where holographic glass goes blind. there is a feed that ***** in silt it still eats grits, their shiny pelt slimy, sloshes, ready, in frigid waters’ under-grin. Come follow me, dear Venus Trap into a submarine unsnap there is a blooming in my groin where dead things lay there shivering.

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Oct 18, 2015

Oct 18, 2015 at 10:35 PM UTC

sienna-luna

Venus Fly Trap

There is a stirring in my chest, an elation I will not and cannot resist. There was once a moment where all of life stood still and my feet grew heavy barren heavy. Completely empty and ready to fall. There is a fire down below where the depths of sight can’t grow. It still feeds off my worried brain like a fetus planted hover-vein. The Venus Fly Trap sets its will spiked teeth ready, for the **** There is a place where spider webs and crawling things fit for nub ebb. All my flagrant floppy body deteriorates, demotivates, deregulates into a monster of the fiendish kind one where holographic glass goes blind. there is a feed that ***** in silt it still eats grits, their shiny pelt slimy, sloshes, ready, in frigid waters’ under-grin. Come follow me, dear Venus Trap into a submarine unsnap there is a blooming in my groin where dead things lay there shivering.

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