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Caroline Katrine Feb 2014
I drawed this girl
She looks so pretty
Beautiful and skinny
With hair like Rapunzel
Shes flirting with you
I'm the artist behind
Forgotten and regardless
Vashawn Jackson Aug 2015
I [cry] because the "pain" needs to "rain"
So I have to let my [eyes] "drain"
But no umbrella to stop the rain from "falling"
An flood of dam of tears is "drawed" in
I cry because I need to let the "pain" free
Cause the pain "contames" me
Only I can wipe the tears "away"

So every time I cry it's an storm in my heart an my eyes let's you know it's a rainy "day"
Inside my soul,spirit, heart
My mind an it's thoughts
So we were meant to "cry"
I wonder why????
Because in this life we will feel "pain"
Jinx Jul 2016
Your words crash over me like a tidal wave, and its taking me every ounce of willpower to behave. Your Intelligence is what drawed me in, your smile told me you'd be my favorite sin. Your eyes capture the beautiful colors of the stormy sea, and I'm ready for your stormy waters to come and drown me in all of your chaotic beauty

I want to feel your warm embrace as you pierce into my psyche with the intensity of a thousand suns in your gaze,
I want to explore every inch of you from body, soul, to your mysterious ways.
Even with the slight brush of your skin I can feel the stars collide and the cosmos emplode so violently the sky's shudder under its quake,
All these emotions and passion that I lost so long ago pouring in and causing my stomach to Ache.

Your soul is something so tragically and achingly divine that no human shall ever hold a candle to let alone deserve what you are,
Your movement flows like a river, steps quake the earth, and smile shines brighter then any Star.
I wish to hold your heart close to my chest and feel its rhythmic pulse as I set out to learn all of your secrets and fantasies.
I hold you high in my world but it would still bring you no justice, because **** those who choose to make people their worlds for you my dear are my entire Galaxy.
maledimiele Aug 2018
I licked you cautiously with precision
Licked until your sharp edges were round and soft
Indulged in that millisecond, I let my mind wander off to the imagination of licking and actually swallowing you
Sweet imaginary drops of melted sticky sugary matter were dripping down my esophagus
You were dancing in my throat like a delicate ballerina
Tiptoeing, Floating.

Then reality hit in again and my tongue drawed back like it just touched a hot range
My esophagus felt clogged. Your pungent taste was burning holes into my throat-
So I used my fingers like a plunger to **** you out again.

I purged dark matter all over the white bathroom tiles
Tried to extinguish salty burning tears with stomach acid
You smelled sweet and savory at the same time.

I’m sorry for drowning the rest of you in the toilet.
But they say “nothing good ever lasts long enough” for a reason.
You see, love is a battlefield and I’m Napoleon.
lotus lord Dec 2014
him
From the moment we met I know there was something about you that drawed me to you

You asked me out everyday and yet I stayed with a guy who I could not see it for only a few days of the year  

But after 3 months I finally gave you my number left him for you

We have had are ups and down and right now we a getting out of a down

We would hang out ever Sunday a day just for me it made me smile made me happy and soon summer came and we would spend Sundays and wensday together

And at the end of that summer I know what I saw and it was a diamond in the ruff

I fell in love with you and I still am you are my world
AMBRIEL Oct 2019
such a sunshine in a gloomy weather
a sparkle of hope in the midst of pain
and a light during a stormy night.

Such a beautiful being
with heart as pure as gold
with soul that screams hope .

This being said hi to my life
drawed a masterpiece
that i once loved.

A being that showed me the galaxy
and made me love the asteroids on it
made me smile because of the stars.

Beautiful being such a talented one
he molded my heart to love him so hard '
he makes me float in a galaxy of gold.

Beautiful being thank you for letting me smile
for being a part of my life
now i have to bid my goodbye.
sometimes you need to say goodbye to the person you really love.
I remember my favourite comedian
He was crazy and acted daft
When I was on the downside
He would put an end to that.

He had a funny way with words
And could often tell a tale
He always drawed attention
His humour it never failed.

He could have been a big name
In a movie or on the stage
And if he chose to be one
I am sure he would make the grade.

He never had to try hard
He liked to play the clown
No one found him annoying
He was fun to have around.

He was full of innuendos
And he almost crossed the line
But he never was affensive
He wasn't that way inclined.

Then that was many years ago
Now he's gone and that is sad
He was my favourite comedian
I should know he was my Dad.
Mark Nov 2019
If found her beauty, then have found my eyes:
As painter's draw their muse, do mine of hers;
That when in blink her lovely youths apprise
Depicting truth as tho' by glass transfers;
No dreaming brush omits the slightest curve
Nor other light bestow that grace increase;
That artistry does best by mind preserve
So she through time bare not of time's decrease.
Yet could the years by force of cruel age,
Redraw by season's pen what I had drawed?
No! Art's the soldier 'gainst what time can wage;
Whilst skin may crease, by heart is none withdrawn!

But when her portrait's gaze outlasts my time
This canvas shall replace her frame with rhyme.
Bongani G-kay Oct 2019
I have seen the seeds they have barred but hers was the greatest fruit i ever taste
She was wise beyond her ear not scared she resembled her fears
I drawed my self near
But my features didn't look clear
Compared to hers.
My i dols alining
Gavin Sebake May 2017
You captured my eyes as i picked you from the ground,
Gave me chance to drown in your fragrance,
Drawed me in your arms with your beauty,
Fed me with kisses and drove me awaken,
Awaken yet mesmerized,
Touched by the love that wears your heart,
Healed my pain with your essence that bears rich smiles.
Donna Oct 2017
Today I'm a ghost
I am wearing a white bed sheet
With two cut out eyes
I looked in mirror
And went woooo
And the mirror
Woooo back at me!
It took me by surprise
And I felt a little confused
So I wooooo again
again and again
And the mirror woooo back at me!
So instead I giggled
I laugh so much I blew
the bed sheet off me
And then I saw me
And I went hi
And the mirror said hi back
I rolled my eyes
And I got a pen
And drawed a big balloon
Filled with tiny stars
Then I put the bed sheet on
And went wooooo again
And the balloon popped
And all the stars
Sprinkled down like glitter
And I smiled
And smiled
And smiled
:) just writing whatever flows out of me x
People day in people day out shouting out
Who's the greatest and who's the weakest seeking
Moral approval from others they don't know
Or show only in statistics laid in front of a box
A lighted hypnotist telling them to dream on
Dream of other peoples fantasy when they
Indeed are slaves themselves to money it's funny
How they call the economically disadvantage
Poor and the economically advantage rich
When it's based of class of old school leadership
Business as usual bigs guys hoovering the little guys
First lie is they say you can be anything you want to be
But later you become exactly what you don't wanna be
They fake themselves so much they make believe they're
Happy they aren't happy at all not at all downfall
Of family values and uprise of Independence
Virtue used to be patient now its stamped with dependence
Meaningless things that used to have value now have none its alone in the corner
Like the first life taken mistaken for a ******
Or could it be the eternal judge making a grudge
With the underground like job and the boils
The closest friends come as a snake coiled
But back to this fictitious reality to arrest your mentality
If it were so great then why is everyone lost
If it is so pleasing why is everyone depressed
Stressed through the week then by the weekend
There weaken now family feud begins subliminally
They program the television to start your fantasy
You think youre not being controlled look
At your self in the mirror you'll see a faceless figure
Pinned to the corner of the top left top right
Bottom left to the bottom right delight
Tryna to center your sight without smite
Despite what others may think you mold
Yourself with the invisible colors painted
Across your weaping stainless clear tears
The pains speaks but the conscious reeks
Foul smells because the subconscious prevailed
Driven by an immovable force instincts
Claiming they're yours when it's others instinct
They drawed you to their conclusion
Mistaken for your own so give a dog bone
Watch him play with it lay with it pick at it
Then after all is done and bored hell let stand
There to rot where soon is all forgot spot
Waiting for the new toy waiting for a decoy
That's use folks moving like dogs looking for a new device
Life we chew on then we spit it out when we want change
Then hope for a new toy a job to bail us out when we was robbed
No justice because just as you signed the contract
They gave it to written in all black bold letters
Small print written at the bottom so no sentiment
That's they way it goes ism runs this domain
They say Yosef don't Q this or that why I want facts
Not the same replayed tracks over and over us blacks
Spitting the numbered stacks with them same reacts
Marching signs over those confined still flexing dimes
Over pennies y'all too **** guinea I break the enemies
Through the use of my their enemies forty eight laws
Right across they jaws and watch their empire fall
Joyous tears celebrate a new year of fear thru beers
And still can't turn the steers of common sense
Intense most folks still scared to jump the fence
Immense false war driven laws civil liberties drawed
Out since they got there first route no doubt clout
Was made along with debt collectors belt
Fastened on the waste of time lets break the spine
Of capitalism it's a prison that's had risen given
Rawest command grande Casear's  backbone


Banging off a cnote ol school jolt feel the bolt
Thunder critics wonder mixmatched blunders
Sounds of the under- dog gun smog mistakes fog
Wake up everyday it's new **** for medias to say
Hyped the **** to get us hit cops just in it
For justice just as quick to spaz another cask
Masked but unmasked to money yo it's funny
How all these dead bodies ain't no caution tapes
Crisis actors used as a factor to ring in tractors
Of lie flatten out the disguise cuz my eyes got wise
Mediate breaking news I abbreviate then alleviate
From my mind set on the black stones signs
Natural high head to sky and still I questions the why??
Karina Apr 14
I like to be hybrid and plexus.
the center is something that should be c-lust-er. where in the middle under layer of sound of the "end" is "lust". for one cent or less.
one center should exist only when I want to infiltrate the center of him.
my name means «the meaning».
my assemblage point named «good again», I'm good again, but I was yes.
I was yesterday, with my whole room.
i was sacred, real yes to excess and grey.
my assemblage point is between twin and a cancerous tumor.
or between two most round things - human head and tear.
in the crystal of thunder.
I'm her garden.
I'm her fork.
I'm her venus.
I feel fun-nel in the place of sun.
a dense heavyweight sun in the place of my body, like soil and brain.
sun on me it's always sun of my twin.
sun on body wants you want to be alone.
I always agree with vibration under the word «tree», but «sun» need a pair that strange enough, like «4th level of sun», detailed research for something complicated for justification.
«cliche» is a beautiful as word. the seal at least is pushed and sticky, may not work, sun is less than a cliche.
I can't not have sun so elegantly beautifully as you with your double falling even.
you are nothing like sun.
«good again» symbolized like circle around.
I will tell you that I will help you get your things.
and at that time I will change them while you are not looking.
so that I can see you again.
i haven't stopped being a fountain with monkeys and ears yet, especially in hands. you're had a pig pen.
imitation of kinzugi - natural rhythm of this life in me.
I'm invisible for heavenly bodies, for colours that swimming inside themselves, alive and glossy liquid, they're not actualized me.
but something under consciousness made me actualized being.
I believe that house doesn't saying anything about anybody.
I **** myself because people can't talk. you're tell them everything, and it's still meaningless.
remember stealing? I'm still stealing, but at least without editing. still feel. the same way?
feel is inverted «live» with released, closed eyes. released like fire. exist only in sound from mouth or conscious mistake.
will you concentrate on «evil» or never noticed?
your eyes is «ice» or «yes»?
«leave» is even not inverted, just «i» converted to «ave».
«yes» is inverted «hell» on my first language, only two letters.
70% of my life is mercury, I drowned 70℅ of my life in that poison, and scattering, broken temperatures, flowing, a words of 1000 1000-pages books and my words on other side of mirror. and years without pages.
70% of years and nights I'm looking for a mirror for mercury in my head.
this mirror glued in the shell, but run from RNA.
so far, I have only mirror of my opportunity in other people's words.
I'm nobody, I'm yesbody.
my body is an inscriptions on forehead.
still remember the phobia of «be kind» before mirror, like behind.
before me, before or, before head, before for and be.
maybe it was a premonition. kindness is an instinct. and fear is an instinctive knowledge of cruel consequences of kindness, not of its necessity. so in fact, this fear is kinda embodiment of kindness.
anyway i'm living in chalk on the floor and inside the door.
I have and need word «lips» on knees.
knees that I can cover myself with.
all parts of my body like knees, forehead and lips.
i wanna listening to own body with face and the back of a head.
all I need is knees and words. together is a bells world.
breathing, centuries.
only between doubleness and decay.
I am snake through page, i am snake and page between us.
I learned how to read in Nevers.
your whole body should be like eyelashes to mine.
no lash, no ash, shhh. they're should drink liquid black gloss and feed me.
I need slipping. and awake. and slipping. my venus earlier than even moon. even moon again. I'm running consciously into your mars, your Mars in ash, in shhh around drawed arrow, grab the hour hand with fist like it's a seance, to move along the same segment, but just further. although I am 4 and you are 3, but I am also 1, and you are 3 for my 1. but I'm 4, but 3 was freedom.
and then I became a moon, and then my home is without any me at the end, only ha, only use. and then i ******* electrically into destruction of hands, into shaking sun.
after knot I find ange* and weapon with inscription «moony hands», between roots
in them and not.
sometimes it's not a form of knife, it's a body with hands and feet, still with beaded inscriptions.
i protect agression with moon knife.
I need write line on the edge of your moon that clinging to my mars and hands. and I don't want to write any word about him.
words of my birth and lust want to know content of nodes.
what drives me out
from under
a down-pour to a room where
I can find paper and ink, only to run back out into the rain?
pull out the all computer parts with wires where there dirt and no outlets outside, or pull it out in the rain and will burn out, the matrices will flow. in pink. on neck.
is it the mad mud moon drives me out to record, or mercury, since his doubleness, was pluto? I think, he's not just an genderless twin and child, he knows how to ****, he's **** my mess. every book and every word rapes me. Persephone rapes herself. and I want to **** the image of Aphrodite with Persephone, with her hair from under scissors.
hermes is hermit, hermes is hides, is hades.
orbiting, or biting.
just not to hide, just to hide.
four days it's a four weeks in month.
for first day I'm a twin, then equal to milk and flower, then half-snake, then suede
and a sketch of languor on the sand gorgeous suede. but it's a 4th day and now i know that i can't enjoy, it will happen tomorrow, although right now i merged with venus, and oeuvre is under venus. but suede under desert sand will happened after sun, and sun will happen only next time, because now it's obviously night.
at the same time i think: "creamy sand suede", "desert suede". about cream and sand at the same time, sandstorms, tiptoes, the sound of word desert like sweetness in different language, and different language in fact is mine.
and hourglass. drawed hourglass, in chalk, two triangles, with circle, like it's head.
inappropriate creativity. I realize how i look forward to desert as the apogee of creativity because sun. and because I'm a half-snake, almost mermaid. only thing that carries here the water right in body. and i thrown my body on another snake, to find wetness, sweetness in each other.
a snake is never a ***** unless it's you who just can't have, hold and just give, just give enough love. and warmdevotion. and attachment without cowardly slipperiness and sleepy glances for what it could means, although most of the time it's about crawling into cognition. and conscious choice of pharmaceutical doze of obsession and surrender. better learn to lean, and cling. and cli. and ling. and L. and in. and intertwine. respect surrender, respect surrender, respect surrender, respect surrender, possession, dissolution and complexes of merging.
but it's a 4 1/2 days, not 4.
I'm half-snake, twin and equal to flower, to the suede.
it's all happening together only in the day of birth.
and then what's happening - the rest of days. and the rest of days because birth I crucified from memorizing this echo and imprint.
and I just have to not suffer from morality
that only depends on time and place, but depends on it like birth.
but just like birth.
so disgusting lovely word order.
I'm that, I'm not twin to flower to snake to suede. I'm four "but", like walls. walls are good and bad. and after birth i can only enjoy how that fifth element of cancer and can'tcer of everything in me, cancer and can'tcer of today, that intertwining tongues of twins on lowest transparent thick flexible aquamarine page in me, speakers and annihilators, where the ocean of sleep like two twins.
it can develop only after years of life.
people with echoes still makes act the right way.
remember that this is the way to act, but forgot that this is the right way.
insert a guilt wire between the layers.
these words in place where self-esteem is hurt,
self in place that curated by editing,
but I'm manifested in conscious mistakes,
in assemblage,
in service,
but in 1st
where solar experience too old, sun tied and overflowed, and in 1st, the reversed node that looks like a normally standing bowl

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