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"conflagrant" poems
Let me start by saying goodbye. As to every moment you draw near me, a sporadic mystical event, left me in overawe of you and your conflagrant hue as you trail across me, I see how glorious you ought to be; how a great voyage you are on and how I am of other kind, not of your own; how we were never to collide, nor a glimpse of me in your memory 'twas never to provide a hunch of who I am Perhaps, this is how it should be For a moon has her sun and a comet has his journey And the moon is to eclipse with her sun and the comet has to go with his journey Thus, I shall cut this heartstring, and swim out of this drowning sea of dreams and delusions and breath the reality back in Yet I will forever and always be, an admirer of your beauty; and maybe, in another time, you might catch a glimpse of me covered in blanket of darkness, accompanied by myriad stars, You will see me, I know you will But you will never recognize me for and with my eternal mediocrity And I will end by saying hello.
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Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 2:08 AM UTC
Comet
heart confused with head body with soul lead by carnal need, wanton abandon and primal desire to be pulled so strongly cannot be denied 'tis not the excitement of the unknown or forbidden 'tis a ravenous feast that awaits, neigh pulls against all that is believed there is no rhyme or reason logic fails still, bodies giving in at the very thought hearts abandoned left behind there is nothing but the flames prepared to consume all in its path
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Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 5:10 AM UTC
Conflagrant
I will never be you Yes you, with that crowd around you Your life's blooper reel .. now my fantasy When you **** they exclaim "How fragrant!" Because you're "hot", definition: conflagrant Your smiles turn no's into nods Your eyes a puppy dog's competition Your Facebook friend count: 3000 As I stalk you, green, astounded For you were the me that now I'll never be Because I decided that life's worth being real Fake is a tongue best unspoken Fair weather friendships, never unbroken Like a celebrity spiraling into oblivion Ms. Popular is now the chameleon
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Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 8:20 AM UTC
Ms. Popular
I no longer know what to write How to express my distress Because it does not exist persist Happiness has clouded the literary aperture And my words flounder Flailing to find meaning Despair's volubility imparted a certain variegated flourish to my poetry Pleasure leaves me maundering stoically I fear I fear the doubt in sedulous reflection Blissful ignorance pervades conflagrant dissection Love life happiness Temporary distractions The aperture will soon be clear Life's down's have silver linings
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Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 7:54 PM UTC
Reticent
unfeigned love letters conflagrant desires newfound treasures affection beyond measures indestructible barriers fearful fighters "we should have done better"s star-crossed lovers
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Sep 10, 2016
Sep 10, 2016 at 10:12 AM UTC
for the lovesick lovers and the victims of tragedies
what death screeching and incomparable will possess our feral skies bursting fissured eyes in stygian oceans of sound what hell pharaonic and incestuous will enwomb us pyrophorically screeching into the crepuscular welkin plutus' now plutonian name is laid out before us in the amaranthine caverns of a conflagrant mind a resignation to wallow in the acrimonious sea of the harsh torrent of life perpetually thrashing in retrogression through the stinging rain as shadows splatter in atramentous mirth gaily dancing in the shimmering waters of a decrepit planet poisoning itself an oasis of debauchery grotesque agony crying through its darkened halls that screams out for liberty
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Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 11:40 PM UTC
x i e s l a
I give up the ghost to new surrender Give in to the last dying ember And let the flames exquisite burn And on every living creature turn Let the serpent, heated, grow Let it feast and reap and sow And watch it eat up every soul And watch it break down every home I give up the ghost to new surrender I give in to the last dying ember And watch it char to quench its thirst And watch the world turn to its worst To see the sphere conflagrant nigh To let the fuel of fire fry Is to see the tide of battle turn To watch flames die as they burn
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Dec 17, 2011
Dec 17, 2011 at 6:18 AM UTC
I’m Done.
When I am happy, I am brighter than the most radiant light, My mind a conflagrant forest; a blinding light devours wrong and right, making me believe, unlike Icarus,  the sun could not burn my wings; she could never shun my deliverance. When I am sad, I sit stuck on things once had, I am blinded by a radiant light, so I retreat, to a jet black night; The sun a lion, my soul it's meat, the sun is glutton, yet he does not eat When I am happy, my mind is hot as stars, and my darkness lies home trapped, behind honeycomb bars. Unthreatened by my demons, with their black suits and white cigars
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Mar 24, 2020
Mar 24, 2020 at 6:23 PM UTC
M a n i a c
**“Would’ve I ever seen such fraudulent impasse? I cringe; and question thee, herein.”** Maybe in another world, And time or perhaps when suns be cold; When we’d again strum a chord at once; twice probably if you would? When we’d stay and tread so close along; with the ever present glimpses, In between and I’d wish; And I wish that it rains, that it blows, that it seeks, And I wish the stars fall too; Glazing upon dawn’s garnish, Th’path ere one fine morrow: The sunset passé sky where they belong; Ages of flattery in words along, Praises upon chansonettes, Grace woven; as spoken in clique, sly humming veils’n smooth seething silk! Soft, slithery, (sappily) feverishly- uncouthly adamant; yet so verily unruly in manners: timely swerves; Quizzically feasible; unrightly cryptic, Always; an ineffable coherence. At what sight; And I asked, “what might?” Fearing when it opens. (I fear what’s behind when it’s closed.) The constant rippling of consciousness, Of brandless catharsis: **“An ever conflagrant condescension upon one’s thought, insistent.”** And indulge me so; kindly, To where it would stop: Unto what such flattery would entail? **“And never would I have ever thought, that you’d enjoy such silent company.”**
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Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 7:47 AM UTC
Differences a day could make