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"ero" poems
i'm your o so wanna be lover I'm afraid not what you would expect though i admit to being a difficult pleasure perhaps a tad strange looking squishy with long tentacles half man half octopus with a winking cycloptic eye i entreat you looks can be deceiving how many pretty boys have you loved crawling worms for a soul that have left you a ruined creel a jagged cry chattering tears of desolation have you ever asked your self who adores you who would give all to protect love and cherish i'm waving my eight arms at you from the center of the universe i eat black holes to kiss your *** am i not a cosmic horror with my big Cthulhu smile quivering with tenderness do you hunger for butter **** lollypop i have two big **** heartbreakers with teardrop curves a feast for your ravenous holes of emptiness and many armed tentacles to hold you tight to slither all over your tender woven caves to pull you into me with suckers that thrill during swirling inky ***** i will unravel your mind your soul tilthed if you can get passed my gray rubbery boneless head i can push this shape-shifting balloon face through your annul tubular contours all the way up your beautiful *** licking salivating tickling into your tender bowel and throat like a great dancing tongue a stretched waving goodness entering your mouth from the back side can pretty pretty do that? come slowly unto me my beloved i am all chromatophores endless glittering nightlights incandescent so we may wander our way through long dim nights ****** in the deep deep dark with tentacle ***** galore an infinity of entertainment for every crevice and desire and one winking cycloptic eye that pierces your soul
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Apr 15, 2017
Apr 15, 2017 at 3:31 PM UTC
From the Deep Deep Dark...Ero ****
i'm your o so wanna be lover I'm afraid not what you would expect though i admit to being a difficult pleasure perhaps a tad strange looking squishy with long tentacles half man half octopus with a winking cycloptic eye i entreat you looks can be deceiving how many pretty boys have you loved crawling worms for a soul that have left you a ruined creel a jagged cry chattering tears of desolation have you ever asked your self who adores you who would give all to protect love and cherish i'm waving my eight arms at you from the center of the universe i eat black holes to kiss your *** am i not a cosmic horror with my big Cthulhu smile quivering with tenderness do you hunger for butter **** lollypop i have two big **** heartbreakers with teardrop curves a feast for your ravenous holes of emptiness and many armed tentacles to hold you tight to slither all over your tender woven caves to pull you into me with suckers that thrill during swirling inky ***** i will unravel your mind your soul tilthed if you can get passed my gray rubbery boneless head i can push this shape-shifting balloon face through your annul tubular contours all the way up your beautiful *** licking salivating tickling into your tender bowel and throat like a great dancing tongue a stretched waving goodness entering your mouth from the back side can pretty pretty do that? come slowly unto me my beloved i am all chromatophores endless glittering nightlights incandescent so we may wander our way through long dim nights ****** in the deep deep dark with tentacle ***** galore an infinity of entertainment for every crevice and desire and one winking cycloptic eye that pierces your soul
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it's the management here to inform you your lust has been hacked we know what your thinking what you hide we are all up in your business like cyber terrorist's don't ruin your life with to much self respect we are all watching you ********** to mamma mia meets a hundred shades of crimson and fight club blood **** while you *** screaming ooooooooh god licking holes and poles like a pig at a trough praying to be handcuffed and on your knees sweating and hysterical, a red moon struck **** face high on drugs in a dream better then this life has to offer life is full of yogas ***** pony position bouncy bouncy i'm the light in your darkness i know what you do i want pieces of you, you wont show anyone else your sickness, is my own you are my love slave turning me ********* who loves to hurt you who's the ***** who's the switch your flawless now cry me a river move a little bit faster and to the left your **** is a cartoon **** grinning emoji bleeding shrieking fu fu fu fu ******* your brains running out of your eyes gimmie all your venom ***** movie poem's *** tongue and ***** your mouth like hemoglobin jewelry saliva diamonds kiss that you'll never go back squealing smooth heat breathing winds of perfume love and pain united by tragedy and desire by the grotesque and the beautiful like thirst holds stones stop crying you know baby you look your best on the toilet bowl shameless a delicious little ******* that holds me close to life like a baby to the womb please stop banging on the door i'm using this stall Thank you The Management
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Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 11:43 AM UTC
*The Management...Ero ****
it's the management here to inform you your lust has been hacked we know what your thinking what you hide we are all up in your business like cyber terrorist's don't ruin your life with to much self respect we are all watching you ********** to mamma mia meets a hundred shades of crimson and fight club blood **** while you *** screaming ooooooooh god licking holes and poles like a pig at a trough praying to be handcuffed and on your knees sweating and hysterical, a red moon struck **** face high on drugs in a dream better then this life has to offer life is full of yogas ***** pony position bouncy bouncy i'm the light in your darkness i know what you do i want pieces of you, you wont show anyone else your sickness, is my own you are my love slave turning me ********* who loves to hurt you who's the ***** who's the switch your flawless now cry me a river move a little bit faster and to the left your **** is a cartoon **** grinning emoji bleeding shrieking fu fu fu fu ******* your brains running out of your eyes gimmie all your venom ***** movie poem's *** tongue and ***** your mouth like hemoglobin jewelry saliva diamonds kiss that you'll never go back squealing smooth heat breathing winds of perfume love and pain united by tragedy and desire by the grotesque and the beautiful like thirst holds stones stop crying you know baby you look your best on the toilet bowl shameless a delicious little ******* that holds me close to life like a baby to the womb please stop banging on the door i'm using this stall Thank you The Management
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pretty pearl anklet adorning your foot tiara crown princess ***** cow all dressed up in a dark red cherry sequined come **** me dress black lacquered nails body beautiful prepped for ordeal by gang bang and pretty girl strangle torture blood **** wiggle wiggle **** pink aglow glistening hive your mouth piece bilingual fucky and baby talk all manicured and bejeweled glitter and tears ***** food inch worm lover little bludgeon your excited for a bed of nails what a luxury legs spread wide ***** drool melt your scent a silk **** cocktail in thick puce stained pink milk pom poms ****** beyond tabulation come sweet cow its time for slaughter down on your haunches you look up thrilled dark dreams do come true i love you like the bog loves bones embalmed in spice
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Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 10:20 AM UTC
***** Princess...Ero ****
tattooed girl hello kitty in need of a purge she **** first in the whip me with a wet noodle pain Olympics her fruit launcher like a summer papaya ***** gush kissey squirts candy crush all gobbledygoo and lickyfu ooow she swayed to the whip back crack her torso bent heaven sent dipped in hot *** and laughing lady sauce she squealed for bok choy eel **** and slippy toy **** buttered waffles and gummy worms lime and cherry ***** with candy sperms you can find her in the bend over den eating puffer fish so very Zen toes gooey wet spread on a cot oh so high **** and squat ******* baby tied in a knot **** bobba bubble and chrysanthemum tea nut scented black beer and milk pearl *** its the end of the line ready to dine get the gag flex the spine face to the ground feet to the sky held like a dove ***** splash cry
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Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 12:16 PM UTC
*THE FUKFU BAR SHABARI STAR...Ero ****
they danced in a dream of bending shadows face down begging *** all hungry back door paradise ankles strapped on a foot worn floor paint faced in whorey nights with pin needle eyes beded blood crimson neon's cut curtains like kissing claws so their bodies wouldn't forget dark pleasures lightening and biting tantra tantrums they swallowed mad ***** blossoms of hell candy breathing the others inhalations foot sniffing ballet arch in fastened Japanese melting red slippers gazing upwards rectums prayer solar eyed insurrection finger by finger clutching wrists like the grave for bloods salty cove an injured landscape a dire pink desert like bogs hold bones a rave for a slave covered in yellow ocher rubber sheets soft on the feet x rated amputee costume made of blood and spit look mommy no arms a bellied tattoo of hennaed homunculi   burning Candomblé Jejé, skull black eyed beauty hissing while accordion throated rip tie tighten another notch please a dizzy ******* down silver fluted gullet in a steamed up bath house party of blotted sockets *** kitten kissed dead girls thighs tremulous and stretched a shimmering serum like wide tubular channels as pontoon edges slit through midnight howls for velvet skinned girl who thrills her head a veiled Jehovah saliva wagging tongue **** a stuttering ****** dance a hula hot momma in rubble slapping hot lipped kisses over starved darkness along telegraphs avenue melting eyes like butter a globed pudding spill ******* drool drops of gold and black river gladiators slaughter lies with every long stroke between cascading squeals paraphilias mausoleum like tumbling eels a scapegoat pulp fiction chiseled in cement ******* rips drip drip drip babbling **** bubbles **** spasms ooze like a hot glue gun fire spats soil cherry clover
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Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 3:39 PM UTC
*** Kitten and Little Dead Girl....Ero ****
they danced in a dream of bending shadows face down begging *** all hungry back door paradise ankles strapped on a foot worn floor paint faced in whorey nights with pin needle eyes beded blood crimson neon's cut curtains like kissing claws so their bodies wouldn't forget dark pleasures lightening and biting tantra tantrums they swallowed mad ***** blossoms of hell candy breathing the others inhalations foot sniffing ballet arch in fastened Japanese melting red slippers gazing upwards rectums prayer solar eyed insurrection finger by finger clutching wrists like the grave for bloods salty cove an injured landscape a dire pink desert like bogs hold bones a rave for a slave covered in yellow ocher rubber sheets soft on the feet x rated amputee costume made of blood and spit look mommy no arms a bellied tattoo of hennaed homunculi   burning Candomblé Jejé, skull black eyed beauty hissing while accordion throated rip tie tighten another notch please a dizzy ******* down silver fluted gullet in a steamed up bath house party of blotted sockets *** kitten kissed dead girls thighs tremulous and stretched a shimmering serum like wide tubular channels as pontoon edges slit through midnight howls for velvet skinned girl who thrills her head a veiled Jehovah saliva wagging tongue **** a stuttering ****** dance a hula hot momma in rubble slapping hot lipped kisses over starved darkness along telegraphs avenue melting eyes like butter a globed pudding spill ******* drool drops of gold and black river gladiators slaughter lies with every long stroke between cascading squeals paraphilias mausoleum like tumbling eels a scapegoat pulp fiction chiseled in cement ******* rips drip drip drip babbling **** bubbles **** spasms ooze like a hot glue gun fire spats soil cherry clover
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A nother ****** day B inging, then throwing up; Hunger C rying, as usual D eath sounds comforting E each day is a struggle F orcing smiles G one too soon? Not soon enough H eaven isn't for people like me. I nternal struggle—i want to    die//i want to live .. J ust one more cut .. Oops, too    many to count K ill yourself, my thoughts say L iving is exhausting M ore scars N othing inside. It's hungry. Being     eaten alive O h, I woke up this morning, I     wanted to die P ain .. So much pain. Q uit  it! R est in peace [RIP] S hut up! T hese thoughts will be the death    of me. Tired U nder the facade is a corpse. Im     a walking dead V ery soon i will end it. W hy should I stay alive? Should      I **** myself? X friends, x lovers, goodbye Y es Z ero thoughts
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Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 2:29 PM UTC
26 letters in the alphabet
*Movements become sensual while we dance I am feeding my addiction again Consistent eye contact creates a trance Intoxicating escapes will begin Our bodies act as if we are alone My fingertips gently touching your cheek Physical neediness is what I've shown Sexua1 tension I actively seek A continual hunger consumes me I ache for clothing to cover the floor Ice completes my gratification plea As emotions are chosen to ignore Ero+ic pleasure occupies my mind Fighting the love my heart attempts to find* © Christopher Chronister. All rights reserved.
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Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 3:49 PM UTC
"My Healing Process" a sonnet
No ero love over here, no passion at all Shame! Shame! Shame! No ludus love over here, I'm very monagmous No storge love over here, well then again we may have a little storge love going on Pragma love, could be from both of us but would it really be love? Mania love is all that we have, we go through the highs and we go through the lows when you're high Agape love, no we don't have that , it would be lovely though
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Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 11:31 AM UTC
Love
*come with me to the ****** motel it could be so tender as **** as hell we can kiss awhile i'd lick you sweet and then bend you over and cut your feet *** honey you can't walk anymore no matter darling i'm a blood **** ***** **** me daddy soon i'll be dead i want it in the mouth crush my head not so soon my sweet little ****** first lose some blood to get you all woozy stand on the toilet a rope around you neck on tippy toes you'll soon be a wreck i'd love to shoot you want it in the *** in the intestine the bullet will pass ooow honey yes let me spread wide then shoot me through is that how i died no baby that was just for fun i cumed in your *** my **** was the gun oh **** me soon you begged and you cried i need it my love so your hands i tied i ****** you and ****** you ready to *** i yanked your head back and you licked up my **** are you ready sweet girl you lifted your head my **** in your *** a dagger of dread i slit your throat ever so slow you ****** and you shimmied and the blood did flow you got on top your **** in my face i drank from your throat you bled out with grace i loved you so and called your name you fell over dead but who's to blame oh my darling you wanted to go black emerald death an ******** show pretty dead girl im still kissing you but i have to leave boo hoo hoo*
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Jun 17, 2017
Jun 17, 2017 at 2:55 PM UTC
The ****** Motel...Ero ****
Una nuvola arriva e copre, Un ombra davanti al sole Dalle tenebre Diffonde la luce Ha le forme di un tocco angelico Forse un dio, premuroso, O un suo messaggero, Che abbaglia gli indifferenti Ti avrò pensata una, due volte, O forse cento o forse mille Ogni volta era pura magia Con le tue braccia a me avvolte Ti avrò pensata urlando, Piangendo e mentre ero felice. Allo specchio mi son detto, Rifarei tutto quel che andiam sognando
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Apr 23, 2023
Apr 23, 2023 at 8:14 PM UTC
Pensieri che volano
A live to every push and shove B reathing each and every toxin C aring not for those awake D ead to insults from mankind E lecting to run and hide F rigid walls are formed G uiding us to isolation H umanity smells of lies I nstinct guards our very souls J ustice no longer exists K indly acts evaporated L iving in this city M anages to make me numb N early every feeling gone O nly existing to revenge P eople who have harmed me Q uiet forever alludes R ansacked dreams haunt me S treaming lights and screams T ake hold of my mind U pon these crowded streets V iolence becomes a way of life W here can I go to die X enophobic people in large numbers Y oung and old alike Z ero chance that I'll survive
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Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 7:57 PM UTC
Urban Decay
Our love can not exist. Echo's final plight. Ero's arrow askew. Come find me beyond the clouds. I'll wait among the whispering veils, among the weeping willows. i wait for you at the breaking of dawn.
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May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 1:09 PM UTC
La Douleur Exquise
Third day of this trek descending rapidly from cloud forest into high jungle habitat, alive with hummingbirds and orchids, her Q'ero porters guide the tour group to Intipunko, "Gate of the Sun". At 4:30 AM and 10,000 feet altitude biting cold cracks stone, eats exposed flesh, stealing breath as she gulps pale sunlight. Coca leaves wadded in her cheek forge mind against the acts of atmosphere. A lifelong pilgrimage to this purpose, observation of the sunrise over Machu Picchu. The Q'ero pass around a sack of pemmican. What meat it is, she doesn't ask. It smells of canvas, but tastes of apricot. Her fate entrusted to these guides, she eats what they offer. This Inca Trail is marked with their scent; they follow signposts painted on thin air, read morning mists like road maps. They have brought her to this citadel, Lost City of Peace and Power. Her life for now at equinox, shaman-guides have opened her vision to the hitching post of the sun.
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Feb 20, 2012
Feb 20, 2012 at 12:05 AM UTC
In the Company of Strangers
Da quel gabbione uscii... Nessuno mi guardava. Per quale distrazione? Per quale pensiero immerso senza pietà nel cuore? Per quale esclusiva incomunicabile passione? Come una vecchia carta, un pezzo di giornale trascinato sul lastrico dal vento, vagavo, ignorato, contro i cantoni di marmo e ottone, gli alberelli severi del Nord, i vetri di una Banca... Il futuro dell'uomo! Nessuno sapeva più nulla della pietà, della speranza: sapevano in questa accanita città, solamente il futuro, come già seppero la vita. Ognuno l'aveva in cuore, passione quotidiana, scontata novità, luce della nuova storia. E io senza più capire cos'aveva potere d'importargli, di avere per loro significato di farli ridere, di farli piangere, ero un vecchio pezzo di giornale, trascinato dal nuovo vento tra i loro piedi di Angeli.
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Da poesia in forma di rosa - il libro delle croci
"Utter Nonsense" these are the first ordered syllabic constructs that breach the vocal chords this day thereby establishing the mirror of the Descartian Principle: *ergo cogito, ergo sum je pense, donc je suis I think, therefore I am* these words prove logically the Left Footian Principle: *incredulus non ero je n'y crois, donc je ne suis pas I disbelieve, therefore I am not* this is all just utter nonsense
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Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 11:26 AM UTC
The Left Footian Principle
In the depths of my soul, a question does arise. When will I cease to weave verses about your guise? For with every breath, your essence fills my pen, And my words dance in rhythm, again and again.
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Jul 7, 2023
Jul 7, 2023 at 11:26 PM UTC
Quando ero?
Mi hai reso qualcosa d'ottuso, una foresta pietrificata, una che non può piangere per le maternità disfatte. Mi hai reso una foresta dove serpeggiano serpi velenose e la jena è in agguato, perché io ero una ninfa innamorata e gentile, e avevo dei morbidi cuccioli. Ma le mie unghie assetate scavano nette la terra, così io Medusa fissa ti guardo negli occhi. Io esperta sognatrice che anche adesso mi rifugio in un letto ammantata di lutto per non sentire più la carne.
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Rivolta
i'm unwinding my head on honey moon belly ******* carnivorous lozenges falling in love with glazed eye ball devils hypnotic stare destination a tunnel of fiendish odysseys blood drooling eel vomits gush white daddy long leg threads in honeys wet cage to wither writhing spit hot in fat muscle and bone headless head first like a mindless falcon after scattered mice i feel her teeth tearing syringes of ecstasy ransacking swollen motion spirals and ***** like bronz buckaroos at a fancy pool party crimson *** macabre ****** roast bon bon fire licking her lump of desire a rousing boogyman sermon speaks in incinerating tongues swallowing a hideous parfait **** growl girl squat **** **** mint julip throat choke symphony abducting lascivious pollinated gulps take me in like reckless bull sap through your red dada warp land pit of the brain undulant flesh landscape of shapeless ovule spume mouthing night blows Incised flagellation's devour buffet spread maiden derelict arched and trembling drunk and drugged like a buttermilk sky groaning hysterical in feral muck stained beds of puce and slime ochre pigments stunned umbra a famished deep veined jutting peninsula longing for princess ***** dynasties with vast thighs radiating inferno hearths and rolling hill **** hieroglyphics decipher rug pugilist lap songs my goddess i long for your bruised fruit crawling like the dead of night on pitch vanta shadows where love becomes a savage
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Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 1:26 PM UTC
DAda Warp Land ...Ero **** Poetry
Eros walked into the chamber, garnering all eyes Lust and Limerence walked by her side They stopped before a panel where Venus did preside And Cupid next to Venus, gripped his arrows like a prize And the Muses made up the rest And all muscles in the chamber braced for unrest Glances and gazes did continuously dart As all sported lockets of fire by their hearts Venus declared mankind must suffer in pain For all efforts to show the world love have been in vain And to continue gifting love would be insanity, a chore Cause they’d take their piece of it and still declare war, On themselves and on one another Slaughtering their self-esteems, siblings, fathers, mothers Yet Eros objected, keeping her eyes peeled Declaring love has always been a battlefield And Cupid fired an arrow at Ero’s way And Lust led the limp arrow astray Then those enlightened ones lit fuses that day And the shrapnel from that fight still makes it way Through hearts of men and women with feelings at play
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Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 10:07 AM UTC
Fate Of Humanity’s Insanity
A dire il vero .il mio unico rammarico matrimonio non riesce a prenotare i ritratti nuziali .E 'tempo che oh-così- speciale per volteggiare intorno nel vostro abito e la cattura che addirittura gorgeous " glow" prima del grande giorno .ma per fortuna ora arriva a vivere indirettamente attraverso i germogli come questa bellezza da Feather \u0026Spago .E ' tutto una sessione da sposa dovrebbe essere.e si può cliccare qui per mooooolto molto di più. Condividi questa splendida galleria Da Sposa .Non sono mai stata la ragazza che sognava il suo matrimonio crescita .Iè èterribile a decisioni e riviste di nozze me sottolineare fuori.ma quando mi sono fidanzato e ' come qualcosa alterato il mio DNA e sono diventato la abiti da sposa on line sposa più decisivo l'uomo conosca ** visto un vestito su Pinterest .inseguito i collegamenti fino a quando ** trovato il progettista .chiamato un negozio e pochi giorni dopo l'ho comprato . Quando ** messo su dopo la mia ultima prova .mi sentivo meraviglioso.Era così confortevole e civettuolo .Io amo la vita all'aria aperta .così ** capito che volevo fare i miei bridals qualche unico e nella natura .Abbiamo optato per vestiti da sposa una riserva naturale a Plano e aveva il giorno più bello .Il mio desiderio per il giorno può essere riassunta in tre parole: naturali .preziosi e divertenti.Kelsey e Talon reso questo e molto di più.Sì.era ventoso e mi è stato mangiato vivo da pulci penetranti .ma era il primo giorno mi sono sentito davvero come una sposa . Camminando lungo la navata è un ricordo così chiaro e perfetto per me .Ero incredibilmente tranquillo e confortevole.che mi sorprende a questo giorno .Il vestito mi ha fatto sentire così elegante e mi ha permesso di concentrarmi vestiti da sposa su ciò che realmente importava quel giorno.Sono grato che ** trovato un vestito che era confortevole e mi ha fatto sentire come me .Sarà sempre la mia scelta vestito preferito :) Fotografia : Feather \u0026 Twine | Dress : Mori Lee by Madeline Gardner | Florals : Gambi di Dallas | Parco : Arbor Hills Nature PreserveFeather \u0026 Fotografia Spago è un membro del nostro Little Black Book .Scopri come i membri sono scelti visitando la nostra pagina delle FAQ .Feather \u0026 Twine Fotografia VIEW http://www.belloabito.com/goods.php?id=131 http://188.138.88.219/images_ld/td//t35/product_thumb/1/2153335353535_392695.jpg http://www.belloabito.com/abiti-da-sposa-c-1
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Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 9:37 PM UTC
Sessione nuziale a Arbor Hills Nature Preserve_abiti da sposa corti
A dire il vero .il mio unico rammarico matrimonio non riesce a prenotare i ritratti nuziali .E 'tempo che oh-così- speciale per volteggiare intorno nel vostro abito e la cattura che addirittura gorgeous " glow" prima del grande giorno .ma per fortuna ora arriva a vivere indirettamente attraverso i germogli come questa bellezza da Feather \u0026Spago .E ' tutto una sessione da sposa dovrebbe essere.e si può cliccare qui per mooooolto molto di più. Condividi questa splendida galleria Da Sposa .Non sono mai stata la ragazza che sognava il suo matrimonio crescita .Iè èterribile a decisioni e riviste di nozze me sottolineare fuori.ma quando mi sono fidanzato e ' come qualcosa alterato il mio DNA e sono diventato la abiti da sposa on line sposa più decisivo l'uomo conosca ** visto un vestito su Pinterest .inseguito i collegamenti fino a quando ** trovato il progettista .chiamato un negozio e pochi giorni dopo l'ho comprato . Quando ** messo su dopo la mia ultima prova .mi sentivo meraviglioso.Era così confortevole e civettuolo .Io amo la vita all'aria aperta .così ** capito che volevo fare i miei bridals qualche unico e nella natura .Abbiamo optato per vestiti da sposa una riserva naturale a Plano e aveva il giorno più bello .Il mio desiderio per il giorno può essere riassunta in tre parole: naturali .preziosi e divertenti.Kelsey e Talon reso questo e molto di più.Sì.era ventoso e mi è stato mangiato vivo da pulci penetranti .ma era il primo giorno mi sono sentito davvero come una sposa . Camminando lungo la navata è un ricordo così chiaro e perfetto per me .Ero incredibilmente tranquillo e confortevole.che mi sorprende a questo giorno .Il vestito mi ha fatto sentire così elegante e mi ha permesso di concentrarmi vestiti da sposa su ciò che realmente importava quel giorno.Sono grato che ** trovato un vestito che era confortevole e mi ha fatto sentire come me .Sarà sempre la mia scelta vestito preferito :) Fotografia : Feather \u0026 Twine | Dress : Mori Lee by Madeline Gardner | Florals : Gambi di Dallas | Parco : Arbor Hills Nature PreserveFeather \u0026 Fotografia Spago è un membro del nostro Little Black Book .Scopri come i membri sono scelti visitando la nostra pagina delle FAQ .Feather \u0026 Twine Fotografia VIEW http://www.belloabito.com/goods.php?id=131 http://188.138.88.219/images_ld/td//t35/product_thumb/1/2153335353535_392695.jpg http://www.belloabito.com/abiti-da-sposa-c-1
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Sono cresciuto in una terra strana dopo che hai messo all'ombra la mia luce, quasi non mossi piede dalla soglia della mia meraviglia per il dio nuovo cui tu m'opponevi. In me cresceva il Dio dei miei domini (ero ancora ragazzo) ma tu mi hai rotto l'urlo ai vorticosi margini della bocca, l'urlo della potente giovinezza. Mamma, io ti ringrazio dalla rigida tomba entro cui siede il mio pensiero finalmente puro. Ora vedo che a forza mi hai strappato il verde degli amari desideri, mi hai edificato come l'architetto sapiente che ritoglie chiari miti dalle antiche macerie. Nacqui umana rovina come tutti, tu mi hai intessuta un'ala senza geli...
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Lettera alla mamma di un seminarista morto
Vita che non osai chiedere e fu, mite, incredula d'essere sgorgata dal sasso impenetrabile del tempo, sorpresa, poi sicura della terra, tu vita ininterrotta nelle fibre vibranti, tese al vento della notte... Era, donde scendesse, un salto d'acque silenziose, frenetiche, affluenti da una febbrile trasparenza d'astri ove di giorno ero travolto in giorno, da me profondamente entro di me e l'angoscia d'esistere tra rocce perdevo e ritrovavo sempre intatta. Tempo di consentire sei venuto, giorno in cui mi maturo, ripetevo, e mormora la crescita del grano, ronza il miele futuro. Senza pausa una ventilazione oscura errava tra gli alberi, sfiorava nubi e lande; correva, ove tendesse, vento astrale, deserto tra le prime fredde foglie, portava una germinazione oscura negli alberi, turbava pietre e stelle. Con lo sgomento d'una porta che s'apra sotto un peso ignoto, entrava nel cuore una vertigine d'eventi, moveva il delirio e la pietà. Le immagini possibili di me, passi uditi nel sogno ed inseguiti, svanivano, con che tremenda forza ti fu dato di cogliere, dicevo, tra le vane la forma destinata! Quest'ora ti edifica e ti schianta. L'uno ancora implacato, l'altro urgeva - con insulto di linfa chiusa i giorni vorticosi nascevano da me, rapidi, colmi fino al segno, ansiosi, senza riparo n'ero trascinato. Fosti, quanto puoi chiedere, reale, la contesa col nulla era finita, spirava un tempo lucido e furente, senza fine perivi e rinascevi, ne sentivi la forza e la paura. Una disperazione antica usciva dagli alberi, passava sulle tempie. Vita, ne misuravi la pienezza,.
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Vita che non osai chiedere e fu, mite, incredula d'essere sgorgata dal sasso impenetrabile del tempo, sorpresa, poi sicura della terra, tu vita ininterrotta nelle fibre vibranti, tese al vento della notte... Era, donde scendesse, un salto d'acque silenziose, frenetiche, affluenti da una febbrile trasparenza d'astri ove di giorno ero travolto in giorno, da me profondamente entro di me e l'angoscia d'esistere tra rocce perdevo e ritrovavo sempre intatta. Tempo di consentire sei venuto, giorno in cui mi maturo, ripetevo, e mormora la crescita del grano, ronza il miele futuro. Senza pausa una ventilazione oscura errava tra gli alberi, sfiorava nubi e lande; correva, ove tendesse, vento astrale, deserto tra le prime fredde foglie, portava una germinazione oscura negli alberi, turbava pietre e stelle. Con lo sgomento d'una porta che s'apra sotto un peso ignoto, entrava nel cuore una vertigine d'eventi, moveva il delirio e la pietà. Le immagini possibili di me, passi uditi nel sogno ed inseguiti, svanivano, con che tremenda forza ti fu dato di cogliere, dicevo, tra le vane la forma destinata! Quest'ora ti edifica e ti schianta. L'uno ancora implacato, l'altro urgeva - con insulto di linfa chiusa i giorni vorticosi nascevano da me, rapidi, colmi fino al segno, ansiosi, senza riparo n'ero trascinato. Fosti, quanto puoi chiedere, reale, la contesa col nulla era finita, spirava un tempo lucido e furente, senza fine perivi e rinascevi, ne sentivi la forza e la paura. Una disperazione antica usciva dagli alberi, passava sulle tempie. Vita, ne misuravi la pienezza,.
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I 549 giorni fa scrivevo di aver fumato una sigaretta perché il sapore mi avrebbe ricordato te. prova a toccarmi con un braccio, mi passerai attraverso. sono trasparente, sono fluida, sono leggera. 549 giorni fa ero aria greve di umidità, ero fatta di aria pesante & sassi, ero inchiodata al pavimento. II 528 giorni fa scrivevo che nel cuore avrei avuto una lacuna incolmabile, un pezzo mancante sostituito dal tuo nome, come una confessione, un'ammissione di colpevolezza. mi sbagliavo. chi sei? ci siamo mai incontrati prima d'ora? no mi spiace, non mi ricordo come ti chiami, scusa.
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Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 5:54 PM UTC
cinquecento giorni fa.
Born from dove like divinity Eros emerged in the freest fiercest forest Far from the sights of man And it effortlessly enchanted all it ever met The branches, critters, air, and ground were, Consumed in continual craving That only Ero’s fair gaze, sweet touch, serene scent could quench And for many eons Eros ran and reigned Until by chance it happened upon a new source of light Stepping closer, it saw the outskirts of an outpost Running into the town Eros encountered the children of mankind Lamps, roads, houses, wagons, and strangest of all, animals bound Then finally Eros met humans At first they were awed by it to the point of freezing Then snatching back their senses they all sought to win her Men and women, babe and elderly, All wanted a piece of Eros Overwhelmed, Eros tried to explain That it could never dwell in a place so compact, close quartered, Constrained But their ears were clogged by lust, and Eyes clouded in heat to conquer So Eros ran, later referring to civilization as, The Champions of Chains
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Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 10:31 AM UTC
Cradle of Eros