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"agitatedly" poems
Master builder of hanging audio of the hearts, Tapping and mapping a kind of music through the vocabulary of arts, in conducting  the harmonious sound of unique violin orchestra a crowd of fiddlesticks rima … up… and only ups… never downs. Audio Audio… I will go…true or false.   That’s what you ask for it. If you ask me to stay, I would never say no. Have you ever seen me on the occasion of disobeying you? Neither yes, nor no… Thirsty and aridity,   Words dance glamorously in the silence of the mud of bricks You will construct the magic towers of the world gust (crust). On the apex Trapper of heights you Shaking hand for all ant size human shape creatures In down. I’am member among. Time flies and melts in icy doom of the word “why”… burning agitatedly on the white eyes. Don’t look at me. Whatever had been shaped, like thunder of emotional burst digs …digs in insomnia of rapid nightmares of mine. O' liberty… Don’t be dubious of what you are going to do, Master architecture of heavenly domes of long treatise of eloquence and good sounds. Hissing….sooozzzing….biippping ….buzzzing….moooppping….murmers…. Claps and shouts. Ant shaped creatures gather under the grand dome and waiting for miraculous mesmerize. No more I am among. Master builder of raw materials in vivid shape of “new oregano (m).” Time runs and I am not “going to catch a falling star.” Time of demise. Heavy lock on mouths. Death of both of us in constructing the luxurious roads never ended in dead end of not being honest and neither being wise. Master designer of unique arches…domes…abstruse stairs… Audio…audio. I will go…for you and ours.
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Jul 28, 2017
Jul 28, 2017 at 12:36 AM UTC
Master Builder
Master builder of hanging audio of the hearts, Tapping and mapping a kind of music through the vocabulary of arts, in conducting  the harmonious sound of unique violin orchestra a crowd of fiddlesticks rima … up… and only ups… never downs. Audio Audio… I will go…true or false.   That’s what you ask for it. If you ask me to stay, I would never say no. Have you ever seen me on the occasion of disobeying you? Neither yes, nor no… Thirsty and aridity,   Words dance glamorously in the silence of the mud of bricks You will construct the magic towers of the world gust (crust). On the apex Trapper of heights you Shaking hand for all ant size human shape creatures In down. I’am member among. Time flies and melts in icy doom of the word “why”… burning agitatedly on the white eyes. Don’t look at me. Whatever had been shaped, like thunder of emotional burst digs …digs in insomnia of rapid nightmares of mine. O' liberty… Don’t be dubious of what you are going to do, Master architecture of heavenly domes of long treatise of eloquence and good sounds. Hissing….sooozzzing….biippping ….buzzzing….moooppping….murmers…. Claps and shouts. Ant shaped creatures gather under the grand dome and waiting for miraculous mesmerize. No more I am among. Master builder of raw materials in vivid shape of “new oregano (m).” Time runs and I am not “going to catch a falling star.” Time of demise. Heavy lock on mouths. Death of both of us in constructing the luxurious roads never ended in dead end of not being honest and neither being wise. Master designer of unique arches…domes…abstruse stairs… Audio…audio. I will go…for you and ours.
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Sitting on her clutch of eggs agitatedly growling. She plucks out her own feathers- a warm belly for incubation. Depriving herself of nourishment for days. Her eyes glaze over, crazed. Maternal sacrifices run deep through her hollow bones.
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Aug 25, 2021
Aug 25, 2021 at 12:59 PM UTC
Mother hen
The remained was eternally desired affection, Alas! That was only a fantasy, a sad confession. I regret the failure to bond a great relation I have never been kissed, a remorseful expression. Would you kiss me? He had asked I remained wordless and shocked. Now I see him in frozen dreams, The handsome body immersed in to the streams His tender touch couldn’t reach up to me, Like he is lost in horizon far away from sea Oh come back my sweet love! Come back again! You shouldn't have resisted the feeling, I hear unknown voice in my ear whispering. So I woke agitatedly in the middle of dark night And wondered gazing at the glittering star If he'd come and kiss my ****** lips with a delight Then I realized and collapsed knowing he’s already gone far Viki
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Mar 24, 2021
Mar 24, 2021 at 3:08 PM UTC
Never been kissed...
The remained was eternally desired affection, Alas! That was only a fantasy, a sad confession.   I regret the failure to bond a great relation I have never been kissed, a remorseful expression.   Would you kiss me? He had asked I remained wordless and shocked.   Now I see him in frozen dreams, The handsome body immersed in to the streams His tender touch couldn’t reach up to me, Like he is lost in horizon far away from sea Oh come back my sweet love! Come back again!   You shouldn't have resisted the feeling, I hear unknown voice in my ear whispering.   So I woke agitatedly in the middle of dark night And wondered gazing at the glittering star If he'd come and kiss my ****** lips with a delight Then I realized and collapsed knowing he’s already gone far Cherished are the dreams where you are in my arms Wretched is the reality where you are lost in storms
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Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 5:55 AM UTC
Kiss My ****** Lips
The city at its busiest mode, when the rush zoomed past him, what was this man doing on the road, was he lost in daydream? He was looking up a tall tree oblivious of the surrounding pacing sideways agitatedly he seemed to be searching something! What was it he looked for amid the foliage, a bird he had heard in the din, that he must find out to add to his knowledge, or was he just awed by the green? I moved on as I had so little time to stand and stop with him taking with me a moment sublime leaving him to merrily daydream!
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May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 5:44 AM UTC
Lost in the din