"divid" poems - Hello Poetry

Ash to mouth divide north and south east and west, shout with class of Scout let it out with griffin clout we here we out , hear me out — rhymes in time without silent shrines to mime cleared the crowd covered eyes and mouth over body desert shroud if vengeance is your business then from swords to plow en lakesh an eye for an eye binds the all to be blind but you can’t unsee the signs no thoughts unclouded by loss out the window I toss mosaic fragments that cost health and awesome sauce Nazareth gutted commandments by anarchy spelled disaster after culture massive ego it swell up the road ahead a pit depress the juncture so we spit the dirt divide just to touch the other from pup to wolf so many bites, a pitted puncture so much disfunct the fight till all be winded lungs sir you can run but from gamma ray you no hide passed a black hole wand inside a body died but it’s alright (it’s heaven sight till Zombie night ) animate dead necromantic black ring the rhythm of life and death a chronic swing the pendulum blade cross over cosmic skin consciousness draw out from within traced the win which wound round tat to skeleton a dusty tome bound and crafted man medicine subtracted by the head that spin in the sky and its happening, blessen-ings the miracle is mystery u cant guess it talking 3 eye see talking vip climb high as canopy walking so my shadow lands under me. ten toes touch to the dusty roads when toads appear throats close mighta had the Midas touch still the golden one was too much to flush you might live in Laos you my livid crowd you might live it now neva hit my limit how cause you live in now when you wake up proud timid mind plowed divid-dine fill the cloud insta crowd wowed this I vowed

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Sep 8, 2018

Sep 8, 2018 at 7:59 PM UTC

Im

NȺƶȺɍɇŧħ FɍȺǥmɇnŧs

Ash to mouth divide north and south east and west, shout with class of Scout let it out with griffin clout we here we out , hear me out — rhymes in time without silent shrines to mime cleared the crowd covered eyes and mouth over body desert shroud if vengeance is your business then from swords to plow en lakesh an eye for an eye binds the all to be blind but you can’t unsee the signs no thoughts unclouded by loss out the window I toss mosaic fragments that cost health and awesome sauce Nazareth gutted commandments by anarchy spelled disaster after culture massive ego it swell up the road ahead a pit depress the juncture so we spit the dirt divide just to touch the other from pup to wolf so many bites, a pitted puncture so much disfunct the fight till all be winded lungs sir you can run but from gamma ray you no hide passed a black hole wand inside a body died but it’s alright (it’s heaven sight till Zombie night ) animate dead necromantic black ring the rhythm of life and death a chronic swing the pendulum blade cross over cosmic skin consciousness draw out from within traced the win which wound round tat to skeleton a dusty tome bound and crafted man medicine subtracted by the head that spin in the sky and its happening, blessen-ings the miracle is mystery u cant guess it talking 3 eye see talking vip climb high as canopy walking so my shadow lands under me. ten toes touch to the dusty roads when toads appear throats close mighta had the Midas touch still the golden one was too much to flush you might live in Laos you my livid crowd you might live it now neva hit my limit how cause you live in now when you wake up proud timid mind plowed divid-dine fill the cloud insta crowd wowed this I vowed

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I knew a boy who came from the sea. He traced my scares and kissed them. He couldn't understand the pain that I had conquered up in my head. He was the only one who had ever known the truth about me. My therapist though I had made him up. She couldn't grasp someone so graceful, and so magical could ever exist. He did exist. He existed more than I ever could. I would let him read through my journals full of poems, and self harm. And he would touch my arm, and leave burn marks. I had four so far going up my wrist. At night lying in the dark, the round burns on my wrist faintly glowed. And when I traced over them his face flashed through my mind. I would spend each day with him, but the moments we had to divid I will never forget. I stand facing him, as he lifts his hand in front of my chest. He smiles. I start to smile back until a sharp pain rushes up my spine, and out my chest. Everything gets bright, and my head goes dizzy. It almost feels as if something is being pulled out from my chest. Everything goes dark, and numb. And after awhile I gasp for air, and open my eyes. I'm alone again, as if it never happened. As if I never was with him. This is not new.

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Dec 23, 2012

Dec 23, 2012 at 6:04 PM UTC

flynt

Ava Adore

I knew a boy who came from the sea. He traced my scares and kissed them. He couldn't understand the pain that I had conquered up in my head. He was the only one who had ever known the truth about me. My therapist though I had made him up. She couldn't grasp someone so graceful, and so magical could ever exist. He did exist. He existed more than I ever could. I would let him read through my journals full of poems, and self harm. And he would touch my arm, and leave burn marks. I had four so far going up my wrist. At night lying in the dark, the round burns on my wrist faintly glowed. And when I traced over them his face flashed through my mind. I would spend each day with him, but the moments we had to divid I will never forget. I stand facing him, as he lifts his hand in front of my chest. He smiles. I start to smile back until a sharp pain rushes up my spine, and out my chest. Everything gets bright, and my head goes dizzy. It almost feels as if something is being pulled out from my chest. Everything goes dark, and numb. And after awhile I gasp for air, and open my eyes. I'm alone again, as if it never happened. As if I never was with him. This is not new.

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Divid the legs n open the lips that do not speak. Look really deep Beyond the pink It's The wetness n the heat. The tightness n where it meets. Or Is it the throbing pulse that u seek. Maybe u should **** me n see Pull out n ****** it in me Give me all u got but please.... Don't forget to turn me over n creep. I can bring the real in u, the freak.

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Nov 26, 2014

Nov 26, 2014 at 1:04 AM UTC

mecca

Lust n me

Divid the legs n open the lips that do not speak. Look really deep Beyond the pink It's The wetness n the heat. The tightness n where it meets. Or Is it the throbing pulse that u seek. Maybe u should **** me n see Pull out n ****** it in me Give me all u got but please.... Don't forget to turn me over n creep. I can bring the real in u, the freak.

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