"champange" poems
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Make sure
**all & any & every
single move you make
you won’t regret***
in years or even days
keeping you at 3am
in the bath wide awake*
***So
as a preventive
bound tight to this vow, I stay***
**say what you mean
& mean what you say**
*Like champange with *******
you'll have been overcame with duende
for this phrase*
*& it’ll keep your subconscious feeling clean
while you continue to slay away
at just your normal hygiene for today
or maybe a few disarrayed prey
it'll even help trick it when you actually are totally aware
you’re instigating & quite quietly steering
some rather nasty foul play*
*but besides the fact the move’s today
and still, I attempt to cajole
and I’m now regretting not only an action
but a whole section
an entire chunk of my life spun out and
became some mangled & ******** black hole*
*& the worst part is, its long past,
I mean it's looooong since slipped outta my control
& it's long past me being the one looked to for decisions
& its long past when I sorta lost
all & any & every
bit of possibly existing trust*
*& long past, I just now noticed it all
mid-through one of countless attempts to self-console*
because when I went crazy, everyone still called me Superman
***Because when Superman bumps his head,
who’s gonna get past the*** Super ***in Superman
and ****** pick him up and put him back on solid ground?***
Because that’d really **** if Superman wound up dead
Because no one thought the dude that shut down the Ku Klux ****
Could be uncrowned &
end up all bled out & drowned
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 7:38 AM UTC
im ****** wine
your champagne
were both drunk
and not careful
what our bodys campaigning
but lust filled eyes
and ****** desires
is all we want
in this romantical attire
but im cheap wine
and your champange
and by the end of this
we'll part our seperate ways
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 9:16 PM UTC
make me a wish
snowflakes in the dark,
the tangle of our body heat
warmth that is never there
war was painted on your face
tasting like your father whiskey bottle
broken and nothing
everything
push and pull,
the tides that swallows
your screams and your prayers
bend me down, you whispered
but the shore have drowned a long time ago
vanishing smile that cries
like your cracked mother's china
begging and begging and begging
nothing
(everything)
you told me that love is dark
let the candles melt and
wax burned our tounge
hell hath no fury for lovers scorned
spilled wine on the table cloth,
nothing and everything will fix us
like a nice cold champange made of
confessions of our
sins
Aug 14, 2016
Aug 14, 2016 at 7:23 AM UTC
Rose is like a champange
It is bitter sweet like most girls
Rose blooms as season change
But its beauty is timeless
Rose have thorns
That represent limitations
Rose is color red
It empower the nation
Rose have it all
But that's not enough
So it will remain strong
Facing life situations
Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 4:50 AM UTC