"coquettishly" poems - Hello Poetry

She looks at me, puts coquettishly in her eyes -- her whole soul again.

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Jun 28, 2024

Jun 28, 2024 at 4:06 AM UTC

Zywa

[ She looks at me, puts ]

She looks at me, puts coquettishly in her eyes -- her whole soul again.

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Oh the cringing demon of eternal youth, ******* away promise and hard won truth. I see far more than *** lingering, in her eyes I see, instead, the milk teeth of youthful lies, of forever and today, hopes and screams replacing tomorrows, frayed at the seams. Oh, mere *** be gone, you sordid troll! Crawl yourself back in your hole. If ‘tis *** you brought to this trapped piece of light then speak to your own soul and leave me a bite of the apple she does not offer and the delights you think her youth will proffer. I have no time to dance to your twisted tune of youth over too fast and maturity too soon! What stinks more of your *********** her stretched, prolonged, aging youth or back bared, partial nudity? I giggle as I consider her Eve-like dreams of bitten apples and grander things. And God said, let there be light. Is that truly all He said when he banished the night? Maybe she is wet from being born. From demon Youth’s desperate grasp she is torn and into the world, for a moment, she is cashed; back bared and ready to be lashed by the ‘cruel’ reality we keep from youth… …like bronzed, baby booties and baby’s lost tooth. Maybe, coquettishly, she glances ahead, away from the bonds of youth’s birthing bed; not, as you apparently dream, toward some sordid affair you see in bared skin and strands of dampened hair! There is beauty in her eyes, it is true, the beauty of youth’s first, full faced view of tomorrow and tomorrows again… Exactly how long do you think, she should remain a youth, then? Oh the Apple that lingers past ripe upon a tree, Snakeless, Eve-less, unchosen, unbitten for an eternity. Shall we trap, virginal, in iron cages of our blind, stupid lust the false innocence of youth only tears and death can rust? Foolish, foolish Adam and blind, impregnable Eve; is *** all you can ever see? I can peer past your layers and layers and layers of false, bitter modesty. If you see *********** then know this, before you atone: You bring that demon wherever you go and it is yours and yours alone.

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Mar 12, 2014

Mar 12, 2014 at 1:13 PM UTC

timothy-roesch

False Modesty False Youth

Oh the cringing demon of eternal youth, ******* away promise and hard won truth. I see far more than *** lingering, in her eyes I see, instead, the milk teeth of youthful lies, of forever and today, hopes and screams replacing tomorrows, frayed at the seams. Oh, mere *** be gone, you sordid troll! Crawl yourself back in your hole. If ‘tis *** you brought to this trapped piece of light then speak to your own soul and leave me a bite of the apple she does not offer and the delights you think her youth will proffer. I have no time to dance to your twisted tune of youth over too fast and maturity too soon! What stinks more of your *********** her stretched, prolonged, aging youth or back bared, partial nudity? I giggle as I consider her Eve-like dreams of bitten apples and grander things. And God said, let there be light. Is that truly all He said when he banished the night? Maybe she is wet from being born. From demon Youth’s desperate grasp she is torn and into the world, for a moment, she is cashed; back bared and ready to be lashed by the ‘cruel’ reality we keep from youth… …like bronzed, baby booties and baby’s lost tooth. Maybe, coquettishly, she glances ahead, away from the bonds of youth’s birthing bed; not, as you apparently dream, toward some sordid affair you see in bared skin and strands of dampened hair! There is beauty in her eyes, it is true, the beauty of youth’s first, full faced view of tomorrow and tomorrows again… Exactly how long do you think, she should remain a youth, then? Oh the Apple that lingers past ripe upon a tree, Snakeless, Eve-less, unchosen, unbitten for an eternity. Shall we trap, virginal, in iron cages of our blind, stupid lust the false innocence of youth only tears and death can rust? Foolish, foolish Adam and blind, impregnable Eve; is *** all you can ever see? I can peer past your layers and layers and layers of false, bitter modesty. If you see *********** then know this, before you atone: You bring that demon wherever you go and it is yours and yours alone.

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sugared fingers, the smell of Chanel and I am flushed on red berry wine and the charms of someone, dear, who I would like to call "Valentine" la vie en la rose this red stains lips pink and I see in pink, everything around me as I dip my nose to my wrists, inhaling *Sicilian oranges, Calabrian bergamo Indonesian patchouli, Haitian vetiver Bourbon vanilla andd white musk* I giggle coquettishly and I am blushing, For these sweet nothings mean very much to me

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May 16, 2013

May 16, 2013 at 1:50 PM UTC

glass-can

Chanel Mademoiselle

sugared fingers, the smell of Chanel and I am flushed on red berry wine and the charms of someone, dear, who I would like to call "Valentine" la vie en la rose this red stains lips pink and I see in pink, everything around me as I dip my nose to my wrists, inhaling *Sicilian oranges, Calabrian bergamo Indonesian patchouli, Haitian vetiver Bourbon vanilla andd white musk* I giggle coquettishly and I am blushing, For these sweet nothings mean very much to me

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# Floating brazier spews electric amber waves as a setting sun radiates on the ceiling a shadow of a ship coquettishly sways while in the center charybdis begins swilling another message, another missed call another debt collector and his esurient talk watch the ship begin to swirl, this scene so banal amber feathered tawny eyed peacock continues furtively to scroll her story and shoe shop crowded room with a panel onstage reality and fantasy evaporate and fall as a single raindrop drown in the muck, don't know how to disengage and to stay in the sway of fantasy. #

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Sep 28, 2018

Sep 28, 2018 at 9:41 AM UTC

EvilShredder

Chemical Compliance Conference

# Floating brazier spews electric amber waves as a setting sun radiates on the ceiling a shadow of a ship coquettishly sways while in the center charybdis begins swilling another message, another missed call another debt collector and his esurient talk watch the ship begin to swirl, this scene so banal amber feathered tawny eyed peacock continues furtively to scroll her story and shoe shop crowded room with a panel onstage reality and fantasy evaporate and fall as a single raindrop drown in the muck, don't know how to disengage and to stay in the sway of fantasy. #

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Thou shalt follow me, Be with me 'til eternity, Turn into someone I want you to be, With my decree thou shalt obey me Thou shalt be envious, Like a culprit get what you want to use, Live with thy desire, Happiness of others you should acquire Thou shalt be gluttonous, Like a pig go and be voracious, Satisfy your hunger and rapturous cravings, Drinking and eating what you want is never sating Thou shalt live with lust, Like a tigress in bed you must, Embrace the desire you have within, Coquettishly caress and savour someone's skin Thou shalt be wrathful, Like darkness let it manifest your soul, Hatred shalt flow violently in your blood, With thy anger sins shalt flood, Thou shalt live with thy pride, Never ever let thyself subside, Walk with your pretty cruel soul conceited, Shalt not let thyself be defeated Thou shalt be greedy, Like me love thy life acquisitively, Have the excessive desire to take what you don't need, Earn what you want no matter if you exceed Thou shalt live like a sloth, Do nothing just lay at your couch, Survive like a narcoleptic man, Just sit down and hope that something will be done

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Sep 27, 2017

Sep 27, 2017 at 9:50 AM UTC

poetryart

Seven Commandments of Satan

Thou shalt follow me, Be with me 'til eternity, Turn into someone I want you to be, With my decree thou shalt obey me Thou shalt be envious, Like a culprit get what you want to use, Live with thy desire, Happiness of others you should acquire Thou shalt be gluttonous, Like a pig go and be voracious, Satisfy your hunger and rapturous cravings, Drinking and eating what you want is never sating Thou shalt live with lust, Like a tigress in bed you must, Embrace the desire you have within, Coquettishly caress and savour someone's skin Thou shalt be wrathful, Like darkness let it manifest your soul, Hatred shalt flow violently in your blood, With thy anger sins shalt flood, Thou shalt live with thy pride, Never ever let thyself subside, Walk with your pretty cruel soul conceited, Shalt not let thyself be defeated Thou shalt be greedy, Like me love thy life acquisitively, Have the excessive desire to take what you don't need, Earn what you want no matter if you exceed Thou shalt live like a sloth, Do nothing just lay at your couch, Survive like a narcoleptic man, Just sit down and hope that something will be done

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What did the poet say? Success is counted sweetest by those who ne’er succeed, Yet such a sentiment is wrong, deeply and distressingly so, For the nectar of success proves most enticing To those whom Dame Fortune Has coquettishly extended her index finger And, twirling it ever so slightly in the air, Has let him taste (for the briefest of moments, mind you) the tip, A momentary sensation in the merest fragment of time, But the sweetness, the utterly transcendent joy Contained in that single frame in the long movie of one’s life, Becomes not a cherished memory But an unfathomable grail which engulfs all other desire, Supplanting any semblance of prudence or reason Until its recipient is no more than a small boy Who, forsaking all other toys, hurdles bicycles and baseball bats In the absurd pursuit of a runaway kite Which has wholly bewitched him By the alluring pull of the string, The mad and joyous dance against an endless field of blue.

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Feb 10, 2017

Feb 10, 2017 at 10:03 AM UTC

wk-kortas

(a mediocre poem in search of a usable title)

What did the poet say? Success is counted sweetest by those who ne’er succeed, Yet such a sentiment is wrong, deeply and distressingly so, For the nectar of success proves most enticing To those whom Dame Fortune Has coquettishly extended her index finger And, twirling it ever so slightly in the air, Has let him taste (for the briefest of moments, mind you) the tip, A momentary sensation in the merest fragment of time, But the sweetness, the utterly transcendent joy Contained in that single frame in the long movie of one’s life, Becomes not a cherished memory But an unfathomable grail which engulfs all other desire, Supplanting any semblance of prudence or reason Until its recipient is no more than a small boy Who, forsaking all other toys, hurdles bicycles and baseball bats In the absurd pursuit of a runaway kite Which has wholly bewitched him By the alluring pull of the string, The mad and joyous dance against an endless field of blue.

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Sickening slime of men—who are you who hath cast the first stone? Samson and Delilah—Did I ask that you cut your hair? Nay, I asked for the briefest of moments that two held together Against their breast, shared between twin ribcages and Softly sleeping slumbering, tucked between the covers. ‘twere as if the man had left the moon and she With her soul song’s sobbing, took up against the rising darkness Wielding a terrible light in hand. As now, I am. A great darkness this is, that she finds herself in. And doubling doubts of mischief calling, the sun Makes known his truest searchings—for that fair woman Whom the night doth embrace in a starlit cloak of exorbitant splendor. But coquettishly she shies away—for the sun shall never be the moon-- And the rays of light are all too revealing of the crevices and craters That pick their ways across her surface like clouds peppering a perfect Sunset.

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Mar 7, 2013

Mar 7, 2013 at 1:51 AM UTC

raja

moon dreamings

Sickening slime of men—who are you who hath cast the first stone? Samson and Delilah—Did I ask that you cut your hair? Nay, I asked for the briefest of moments that two held together Against their breast, shared between twin ribcages and Softly sleeping slumbering, tucked between the covers. ‘twere as if the man had left the moon and she With her soul song’s sobbing, took up against the rising darkness Wielding a terrible light in hand. As now, I am. A great darkness this is, that she finds herself in. And doubling doubts of mischief calling, the sun Makes known his truest searchings—for that fair woman Whom the night doth embrace in a starlit cloak of exorbitant splendor. But coquettishly she shies away—for the sun shall never be the moon-- And the rays of light are all too revealing of the crevices and craters That pick their ways across her surface like clouds peppering a perfect Sunset.

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One day the winds shall blow my way, To the light, the light they always tried to explain, to the feeling, the feeling we always resembled to that nothing we never touched. To be possessed by the ways of nature, oh so beautifully uncontrolled, or what the Tao call "self so". Our hearts beat "self so" The winds blow "self so" The female cats walk ever so coquettishly as they squint there eyes towards the sun light, "self so".

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Jul 23, 2016

Jul 23, 2016 at 7:06 PM UTC

hussein-omar

self so

One day the winds shall blow my way, To the light, the light they always tried to explain, to the feeling, the feeling we always resembled to that nothing we never touched. To be possessed by the ways of nature, oh so beautifully uncontrolled, or what the Tao call "self so". Our hearts beat "self so" The winds blow "self so" The female cats walk ever so coquettishly as they squint there eyes towards the sun light, "self so".

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*“He finds her waiting like a lonesome queen” – The Other Woman, Lana Del Rey* The clock chimes, fluidly Flooding the room with harsh reality; The sun sets, majestically Sinking and stealing Day’s delights and light; The stars she glimpses, twinkling And winking most coquettishly; The moon shines, effulgently – Only it can feel her breaking heart As the clock chimes, fluidly.

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Dec 1, 2014

Dec 1, 2014 at 5:34 PM UTC

mairie-rosina

Waiting

*“He finds her waiting like a lonesome queen” – The Other Woman, Lana Del Rey* The clock chimes, fluidly Flooding the room with harsh reality; The sun sets, majestically Sinking and stealing Day’s delights and light; The stars she glimpses, twinkling And winking most coquettishly; The moon shines, effulgently – Only it can feel her breaking heart As the clock chimes, fluidly.

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I expected the spaces left to shrink I thought my body'd forget your square shape I hoped my holed heart wouldn't be left agape Boldly naive, a baby dressed in pink I hate you for leaving me stuck to think You were the only one here not an ape I don't want to patch my canyon with tape But no choice I have, you left in a blink Now, it's my duty to bat my lashes First to mop the crystal geyser of tears Secondly, coquettishly-over to him Who he is matters not, only passion. Hotel? Motel? I'm sick of these affairs. Alone, I must remain-with him in Grimm.

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Oct 3, 2017

Oct 3, 2017 at 1:12 PM UTC

liv_id

Whole/Hole

I expected the spaces left to shrink I thought my body'd forget your square shape I hoped my holed heart wouldn't be left agape Boldly naive, a baby dressed in pink I hate you for leaving me stuck to think You were the only one here not an ape I don't want to patch my canyon with tape But no choice I have, you left in a blink Now, it's my duty to bat my lashes First to mop the crystal geyser of tears Secondly, coquettishly-over to him Who he is matters not, only passion. Hotel? Motel? I'm sick of these affairs. Alone, I must remain-with him in Grimm.

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Adulterous besieging capstone damnation exploitation foists groping, heaving insidiously jerking knowingly lunges machinations notoriously nymphomaniacal officiating ****** quests rapaciously, sadistically tenaciously, unstoppably vasocongested wickedness Xerses yawped zeolously. *************************** All throughout history of man/woman kind ascendent civilizations extensively gouged, impailed, kindled, murderous outrages quashing sacred urges, women yearned. *************************** Versatile thematic refrain punctuating nubiles maximized looting, pillaging, ****** visited upon females via decimating fountainhead guarding brestworks of vestal virgins, innocent youths (little boys and girls). *************************** Twenty first century **** Sapiens male population continue to applaud, covet, extol, gloat, invoke, kickstart, ****** outrages, quest savagely thee unbridled wedded yoke appropriating coquettishly enshrined gals imposing killing mandates okaying queasy sordid ugly wretchedness yanking aborhent behavior denigrating, fulminating, harrassing, jawdropping lewdness, nabbing prized rearends, twerking, violently whiplashing, yelling zingers. *************************** Now not a day elapses with instances women claim untoward advances, and/or forced coercion to satiate and temporarily slate the ****** thirst informing prononced picadilloes (philandering if married pompous head honcho demands appeasement of coitus, ******** indecent lowball outrageous ribald uncouth ****** animalistic, carnal, feral, gonadal, immoral, kleptomaniacally misogynistic, narcissistic, opportunistic, pathetically reprehensible, torturously undervaluing, validating virility within Yankee Doodle, haply lambasting, proudly touting, vaunted wayfair zest. *************************** The above meandering stream of consciousness attempted to amplify, a recent spate of accusations figuratively slapped against a male *** mongers, who specifically rule roost, and blithely, demandingly, forcefully, hideously, impishly, killingly, malignantly, opprobriously, powerfully, repeatedly, terminally, vindictively, wantonly, yearningly acrimoniously belittle, demean flagrantly, harshly insinuate keeping mindful, not publicize rabid ****** unwanted villainous withering zeal!

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Nov 21, 2017

Nov 21, 2017 at 7:51 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

Predilections of the ******* beast

Adulterous besieging capstone damnation exploitation foists groping, heaving insidiously jerking knowingly lunges machinations notoriously nymphomaniacal officiating ****** quests rapaciously, sadistically tenaciously, unstoppably vasocongested wickedness Xerses yawped zeolously. *************************** All throughout history of man/woman kind ascendent civilizations extensively gouged, impailed, kindled, murderous outrages quashing sacred urges, women yearned. *************************** Versatile thematic refrain punctuating nubiles maximized looting, pillaging, ****** visited upon females via decimating fountainhead guarding brestworks of vestal virgins, innocent youths (little boys and girls). *************************** Twenty first century **** Sapiens male population continue to applaud, covet, extol, gloat, invoke, kickstart, ****** outrages, quest savagely thee unbridled wedded yoke appropriating coquettishly enshrined gals imposing killing mandates okaying queasy sordid ugly wretchedness yanking aborhent behavior denigrating, fulminating, harrassing, jawdropping lewdness, nabbing prized rearends, twerking, violently whiplashing, yelling zingers. *************************** Now not a day elapses with instances women claim untoward advances, and/or forced coercion to satiate and temporarily slate the ****** thirst informing prononced picadilloes (philandering if married pompous head honcho demands appeasement of coitus, ******** indecent lowball outrageous ribald uncouth ****** animalistic, carnal, feral, gonadal, immoral, kleptomaniacally misogynistic, narcissistic, opportunistic, pathetically reprehensible, torturously undervaluing, validating virility within Yankee Doodle, haply lambasting, proudly touting, vaunted wayfair zest. *************************** The above meandering stream of consciousness attempted to amplify, a recent spate of accusations figuratively slapped against a male *** mongers, who specifically rule roost, and blithely, demandingly, forcefully, hideously, impishly, killingly, malignantly, opprobriously, powerfully, repeatedly, terminally, vindictively, wantonly, yearningly acrimoniously belittle, demean flagrantly, harshly insinuate keeping mindful, not publicize rabid ****** unwanted villainous withering zeal!

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my favorite girl is honeycombed a heart of bitter jelly locked the ants crawl but dissipate amidst, i blush coquettishly i am her prince, blue and fond stranded in abundance of wild grass somewhere in Texas my throat is dry and my mouth lingers on the sunflower seeds i spit aimlessly into the dirt Waiting for seedlings to crawl, a spurt of "this love will grow someday" i can taste the spit of the tongue that knows my name by heart and wouldn't have it any other way no i wouldn't have it any other way

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Jun 13, 2018

Jun 13, 2018 at 6:51 PM UTC

nosebleedbaby

somewhere in texas

my favorite girl is honeycombed a heart of bitter jelly locked the ants crawl but dissipate amidst, i blush coquettishly i am her prince, blue and fond stranded in abundance of wild grass somewhere in Texas my throat is dry and my mouth lingers on the sunflower seeds i spit aimlessly into the dirt Waiting for seedlings to crawl, a spurt of "this love will grow someday" i can taste the spit of the tongue that knows my name by heart and wouldn't have it any other way no i wouldn't have it any other way

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' 'I was born half alive, the other half partly insane.' she dribbles inaudibly...... grinning coquettishly; and in between, there is no apology. Even the deaf can fathom underhanded effrontery. She however, will not brandish fangs without syrup. ____________✒ ○●

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Apr 29, 2015

Apr 29, 2015 at 3:47 AM UTC

hellopoet

midway to nowhere, at the portals of inferno

' 'I was born half alive, the other half partly insane.' she dribbles inaudibly...... grinning coquettishly; and in between, there is no apology. Even the deaf can fathom underhanded effrontery. She however, will not brandish fangs without syrup. ____________✒ ○●

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Moon coquettishly swinged In your hazel hedge of eyes As you gnawked with propensity Deep down in my fierce eyes In the mourning of the darkest nights Alone as we boiled and burnt A knocking shiver down the spine The twinkle of lamps faded As you strided Precociously ushered Hold my dreary hands As my veins exploded My pulse accelerated You sighed, I was breathless..... I dormantly backed for anybody to intervene..

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Aug 3, 2018

Aug 3, 2018 at 1:45 PM UTC

Surbhidadhich

Breathless..

Moon coquettishly swinged In your hazel hedge of eyes As you gnawked with propensity Deep down in my fierce eyes In the mourning of the darkest nights Alone as we boiled and burnt A knocking shiver down the spine The twinkle of lamps faded As you strided Precociously ushered Hold my dreary hands As my veins exploded My pulse accelerated You sighed, I was breathless..... I dormantly backed for anybody to intervene..

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Dance... Dance, my love... There , where... As you are now... With the most beautiful dance... As you always did... In your fantasy... And sway... Like a dairy branch... Among the flowers... As if... My eyes sees... Your **** dance... And be more... while your body... Coquette... With your gorgeous body... With coquettishly... Until ... You hear from me... My groans... To feel... As if... You are... Between my arms... While we... Dancing together... On playing sweet tunes... We both created... Within our crazy bodies... From the pulse of the body... Hazem al...

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Mar 11, 2024

Mar 11, 2024 at 6:32 AM UTC

hazem-al-jaber

Dance...

Dance... Dance, my love... There , where... As you are now... With the most beautiful dance... As you always did... In your fantasy... And sway... Like a dairy branch... Among the flowers... As if... My eyes sees... Your **** dance... And be more... while your body... Coquette... With your gorgeous body... With coquettishly... Until ... You hear from me... My groans... To feel... As if... You are... Between my arms... While we... Dancing together... On playing sweet tunes... We both created... Within our crazy bodies... From the pulse of the body... Hazem al...

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The cool sun pales away in bright orange The black cat strolls coquettishly on the concrete landing of the back of the Chinese restaurant Contemplating which wall or galvanized roof she will grace next Despite instinctively sticking to the same walls and roofs as times prior. Me, a hated cliche at 28 Aimless, quarter-life crisis, millennial The taste of mediocrity meanders in my mouth. Guilt blocks and presses it's way into my ears and nostrils. Funny isn't it? That guilt begets guilt. My ears couldn't hear my friend is dying She smells so beautifully I couldn't sense it. Death. Brevity. Here I reek of indecision. Feelings of grandeur, self importance, entitlement. No action, just a meditation.

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Dec 15, 2017

Dec 15, 2017 at 3:49 PM UTC

Shaun89

A Meditation

The cool sun pales away in bright orange The black cat strolls coquettishly on the concrete landing of the back of the Chinese restaurant Contemplating which wall or galvanized roof she will grace next Despite instinctively sticking to the same walls and roofs as times prior. Me, a hated cliche at 28 Aimless, quarter-life crisis, millennial The taste of mediocrity meanders in my mouth. Guilt blocks and presses it's way into my ears and nostrils. Funny isn't it? That guilt begets guilt. My ears couldn't hear my friend is dying She smells so beautifully I couldn't sense it. Death. Brevity. Here I reek of indecision. Feelings of grandeur, self importance, entitlement. No action, just a meditation.

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