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"dusked" poems
I see her in hooded head Walking by in the night The dusked shadows dewy in thought Rumors fill my inquirious desires As she transcends the vacuous light Dare not I to ask where you go She fills me full of fright But alluring to me like catalepsy Mewing the cats-eye of my discontent Then around upon the angled corner My phantasmagoria bent
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May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 9:56 PM UTC
Phantasmal
My heart is about to leave, ready to ascend then hover away on the dusked wings of her before my woe-hardened rib cage could shatter her. An exodus of the chosen ****** is her new purpose to find peace in the embrace, the horizon's snowy clouds. I would go after her, but I'm rooted here; this mandrake soil does not let me depart, so I let her set sail and ask to be the very sight of me; just to watch over you while you're about to blaze the new path... From here, her bird's-eye view.
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Jan 21, 2017
Jan 21, 2017 at 12:55 PM UTC
Vogelperspektive (Bird's-eye view)
In subjection To her deepest requests In subjection I layeth down mine best In subjection Yet whilst courting her mine A clock that canst stop An amour' of world end time Ourn wings shalt fly Make a bunker on the moon Lay a blanket at ourn quarry The snakes to weave on through Silhouettes of ourn Shadow's Making love is wild radiance Forgetting of all the others As for eachother in all remberance Experts of vie passée cognition A bonheur never known to man A peaceful sanctuary A sacré dynasty inconnu to new edge ère Blackened dusked perfume I shalt goût to her mascara Espagnes miroir to give me what I need For me to seeith mineself, As for her to seeith I am her She is me!!!
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Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 10:34 AM UTC
assujettissement à mi amour ( subjection to mi amour') french tongue
Such adhesive slugs to **** the blood of advocate beings, Amiss extinct classiness, None more is around!!! Industry smokestacks line the insubordinate intellectuals, Where perpetuals deal!!!! Irritable bowels rumble, Tumble to irriversable steel!!! Kidnapper of kinded phenomenals, Journals to all biographies, Juvenile junction games of fallen pained dominoes!!! Tallons sharper than tatted guns, Wherein spears go through thy side, To draweth out thine unholy water!!!! Sunglassed bringer of right and wrong, Fiction has been dusked to nonfictional hostile!! No komonoed kitten here purs, No lamb to be put for all to gather!!! No one may lather when none comes around.... No landmark amazement, No mountainous town, No linience, None remembrance abounds to fulfill light footed doers!!! The pagination of this story counterclocks distant ships emmersed stations, Where some wherein are strange, Where the faces you see are painted!!!! All love, No hatred!!! Doth thou ask for a captains ship? Or a tribal slaves boat? Which part wilt thou sail among the islands of thy own kind!!!!!
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May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 8:34 AM UTC
slave or king the boat shall bring!!!!!
Such adhesive slugs to **** the blood of advocate beings Amiss extinct classiness No more is around Industry smokestacks line the insubordinate intellectuals Wherein perpetuals deal!!! Irritable bowels Grumble Tumble To irreversible steel!!! Kidnapper of kindred phenomenals Journals to all biographies Juvenile junction Games of fallen pained dominoes Tallons sharper than tatted guns Wherein spears go through thy side To draw out Thy unholy water!!! Sunglassed bringer Of right and wrong Fictions been dusked To nonfictional jostle!!!! No kimonoed kitten here purs!!! No lamb to be put For all to gather!!!! No one may lather When no one comes around... No landmark amazement No mountainous town.... No lenience No rememberance abound to fulfill Light footed doers!!! The pagination of this story Counter-clocks distant solar immersed stations!!! Where some are strange Where faces are painted All love No hatred!!!! Doth thou ask for captains ship? Or a tribal slaves boat? Which part wilt thou sail amongst? Island's of thy own kind!!!!!
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Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 5:01 PM UTC
Slave or king thy boat shalt bring
And walking in it was a pain, St\rted as a simple ***** That was the first step, Then the other foot got in Landing on scorpion tail Barefoot i walked Always hoping for a better step I had walked in pain far too long I couldn't go back to the beginning Mine was a bed of roses Not the petals but the thorny bushes I slept in ache and woke in pain It was hard to quit after trying for so long And as my second year dusked Walking away had become easy Holding on sometimes hurts Worse than letting go ever would Even when you walk away Pieces of thorns remain in flesh It hurts like hell And i wish i had quit earlier!!
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Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 12:38 AM UTC
Walk Away
My words come from far away I’d like to think A place best kept in murmurs Mere sighs from within When I write it screams Shouts from that land Dusked by tenfold When gold I saw starlit We are conduits Essence grand Emotions otherworldly Outer space’s illusion Humanity a vision Reciting sacred In hopes of deciphering By potions of syllables Be my purpose Messengers of superstition Begun in slumber Ours only
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Jan 8, 2021
Jan 8, 2021 at 2:18 PM UTC
Conduit
Accursed, this implications Awareness, obliteration Dusked, obscenity amid Afar, consciousness afloat Disconnected, via utterance While I sleep.
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Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 5:39 PM UTC
PARALYSIS AGITANS
With the dusking the vast sky was blue, bright, warm and lovely.... But as time ticked it turned yellow- dark, cold. It woke the poet in me, it got me untangled from my daily sorrows into an emotional mess of never ending questions and contemplations. And then it turns orange, like the amber, there is passion, there is rage, and there is love- it's strong... but it gets darker, colder. And then turns red, it turns evil, full of vengeance in its heart, it motivates me, it makes me sick, tired, but still inspires to keep pushing myself.... Now it's purple, mysterious, curious and cold. is this how life is? I don’t know. But then it's all black. It's the same soul, only it's physical embodiments differ with time. All those emotions lie with in you. You are your source of joy, sorrow, anger, vengeance, despise, love, peace. close your eyes. ssh... feel the silence feel the coldness feel the darkness and open them, it's bright blue again!! That's how life is. It's dusked.
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Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 11:32 AM UTC
Dusking.