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Municipal Gum was written by Oodjeroo Noonecaal. Municipal Gum is about the changes in society and the tendency of people to want to control everything. Oodjeroo uses various techniques to convey this idea. At the beginning of the poem Oodjeroo is addressing the tree. This immediately creates empathy for both the tree and her people. By the last line she has emphasised this with the pronoun “us” to show that they suffer a similar fate. This poem expresses how life in Australia has changes especially for Aboriginal people. In the first half of the poem Oodjeroo is talking about how life was for her and others. It explores the changes in society and the displacement of the Aboriginal people from their land. “Whose head hung…Its hopelessness”, the author uses this as further re-iteration of the immorality of the situation and by the use of analogy comparing the tree to her people to further emphasise the shame and lack control of that the Europeans have inflicted upon her and the environment. Oodjeroo uses extended metaphor technique in the very first line of the poem ‘Hard bitumen around your feet’. This means that the gumtree has been placed in the city scape where it is suppressed and not allowed to spread out and be unique in its own way. This is clear and immanently direct link to the pain and suffering endured by the Aborigines post European settlement. Oodjeroo uses vivid language to present these ideas. For example the use of the word castrated is very effective. The connotation of the word is very demeaning. With castration often comes a sense of a loss of pride and power. The word castration is symbolic of how Oodjeroo feels the European have treated Aboriginal people and the environment. Castration also refers to the fact that what is done is done. Nothing can undo what they did and the damaged they have caused. Other symbolism includes the title “Municipal Gum”, municipal meaning community, implies that the gumtree belongs to the community. One of the vast differences between European and Aboriginal law is that Aboriginal people did not believe in the ownership of land or of animals and plants. Municipal Gum is a reference to the Europeans assumptions that everything is theirs to own and control. The rhetorical question, “O fellow citizen, What have they done to us?” is the conclusion of the implications that have been made throughout the poem. Oodjeroo, is advocating for her people and all things wronged by the controlling behaviour of the Europeans. Rhetorical questions are used to provoke thought and to stimulate a pre-determined response. “What have they done to us?” They have “castrated, broken… strapped and buckled” and ultimately changed things to a point that they cannot be fixed. In conclusion, Municipal Gum is a poem about the constrictions and change that the European invaders forced upon the Aboriginal community and the environment she believes that the Europeans have deemed themselves ever powerful and practice their power in a manner that is immoral.
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Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 7:47 AM UTC
Municipal Gum
Municipal Gum was written by Oodjeroo Noonecaal. Municipal Gum is about the changes in society and the tendency of people to want to control everything. Oodjeroo uses various techniques to convey this idea. At the beginning of the poem Oodjeroo is addressing the tree. This immediately creates empathy for both the tree and her people. By the last line she has emphasised this with the pronoun “us” to show that they suffer a similar fate. This poem expresses how life in Australia has changes especially for Aboriginal people. In the first half of the poem Oodjeroo is talking about how life was for her and others. It explores the changes in society and the displacement of the Aboriginal people from their land. “Whose head hung…Its hopelessness”, the author uses this as further re-iteration of the immorality of the situation and by the use of analogy comparing the tree to her people to further emphasise the shame and lack control of that the Europeans have inflicted upon her and the environment. Oodjeroo uses extended metaphor technique in the very first line of the poem ‘Hard bitumen around your feet’. This means that the gumtree has been placed in the city scape where it is suppressed and not allowed to spread out and be unique in its own way. This is clear and immanently direct link to the pain and suffering endured by the Aborigines post European settlement. Oodjeroo uses vivid language to present these ideas. For example the use of the word castrated is very effective. The connotation of the word is very demeaning. With castration often comes a sense of a loss of pride and power. The word castration is symbolic of how Oodjeroo feels the European have treated Aboriginal people and the environment. Castration also refers to the fact that what is done is done. Nothing can undo what they did and the damaged they have caused. Other symbolism includes the title “Municipal Gum”, municipal meaning community, implies that the gumtree belongs to the community. One of the vast differences between European and Aboriginal law is that Aboriginal people did not believe in the ownership of land or of animals and plants. Municipal Gum is a reference to the Europeans assumptions that everything is theirs to own and control. The rhetorical question, “O fellow citizen, What have they done to us?” is the conclusion of the implications that have been made throughout the poem. Oodjeroo, is advocating for her people and all things wronged by the controlling behaviour of the Europeans. Rhetorical questions are used to provoke thought and to stimulate a pre-determined response. “What have they done to us?” They have “castrated, broken… strapped and buckled” and ultimately changed things to a point that they cannot be fixed. In conclusion, Municipal Gum is a poem about the constrictions and change that the European invaders forced upon the Aboriginal community and the environment she believes that the Europeans have deemed themselves ever powerful and practice their power in a manner that is immoral.
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She walks by without a clue Her bubbly personality and bright *** shoes Laughter gush and spills, free and loose Joyous even in the way she moves She wears the world as hot as red lipstick Explores herself and what’s not listed Follows the rules but just has to break them Sings in the night, when no one listens The sun comes out when she’s ready to play Curls bounce as she walks my way She doesn't even know Has never been touched with a lovers kiss But she loves deeper than anyone I have met Cares so deep, hugs so sure Trusts so venerable, loyal for sure She isn’t the rainbow A color undiscovered The flavor of happy, the taste of song Flies like a bird, dancing in the lawn Climbing trees, hanging in the park Sharing her stories, girl likes to talk' She doesn't even know that she is My shining star, little piece of bliss Showing the way when things get hard Laughing when I cry Cry when I laugh so hard She doesn't even know She’s my window in to happy When it’s no ware else to be found My excitement when my life is turned upside down Noise that needs to happen Hug I need to have Person I know will be there The smiles that’s for sure Liesel you’re my happy pill The one for sure cure.
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Aug 6, 2012
Aug 6, 2012 at 12:05 AM UTC
Liesel Love, my happy pill
it's difficult to describe why your body chooses to spend weekends alone surrounded by the slimy tongues and bottled self esteem take another hit while your mind explores the chip on his front tooth or the sweat dripping off his eyebrow your body takes the pounding while it whispers in your ear how little you mean and you tremble at the thought of being handcuffed you wonder if he remembered your middle name Francesca or noticed the way that when you breathe in your collar bone protrudes ill ring for you
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Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 5:02 PM UTC
******
I love the way your lips devour me, and your tongue explores me.
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Nov 2, 2022
Nov 2, 2022 at 9:07 PM UTC
Secret No.1
Little speckled bird, quirky nerd, owl eyes- gleaming behind the glasses, often you zoom inwards and land in that never never land beyond the reach of most, yet I am in love with your ingeniousness that defies words. bit strange it may sound but I am one who explores the hidden spaces beyond my desired comfort zones. they warn me saying a nerd is a killjoy, nothing else Swimming against the tide I hear your excited chirps inside making me restless with anticipation, my intellectual slant received your approval, many times,I am hopeful growing my beard long I'll wait here, till you return completing your mission.
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Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 1:50 PM UTC
The nerd and her suitor
Folds of water Layers of dirt Bubbling foam A vast body wrapping itself around the Earth Schools of life Clumps of Color This is where it thrives The souls of creatures A potpourri of lives The might of the ocean The strength of the Sea No one can match No one could hardly believe its ability to devour kingdoms Engulf islands and make them its own Drag them down Yank them by their legs, shatter their bones Drag them down Til they ultimately can descend no more I can almost hear the primordial sea deity bellow With a voice so deep It shocks, explores and shakes your soul An immense Deep bass tone. It strikes more than just a powerful chord “Come back to me” “Return to your mother’s womb, down here, down low” “You belong to me, my right, my property!” “Return to the world below.” “Come back home.” Under the Sea What's deep beneath? The iridescent water The clouds of foam Conquered by monsters? Down there, Do sirens roam? We aren't aware We do not know Enigmatic waves Rows of fossils Caked in dirt A haven for aquatic raves A museum holding remnants telling the story of the Mother Earth This is the Sea Take a swim sometime and feel its rhythm Listen to its story Flow with the sea’s entrancing beat I have faith and I believe That the sea is a world of its own Accentuated sometimes by its powerful voice or melodious hum No less mighty than the world above. Let's keep this beautiful wet world untouched to keep it as it is, the world we love ©SHREYA DRISTI
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Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 12:59 AM UTC
The Sea
Folds of water Layers of dirt Bubbling foam A vast body wrapping itself around the Earth Schools of life Clumps of Color This is where it thrives The souls of creatures A potpourri of lives The might of the ocean The strength of the Sea No one can match No one could hardly believe its ability to devour kingdoms Engulf islands and make them its own Drag them down Yank them by their legs, shatter their bones Drag them down Til they ultimately can descend no more I can almost hear the primordial sea deity bellow With a voice so deep It shocks, explores and shakes your soul An immense Deep bass tone. It strikes more than just a powerful chord “Come back to me” “Return to your mother’s womb, down here, down low” “You belong to me, my right, my property!” “Return to the world below.” “Come back home.” Under the Sea What's deep beneath? The iridescent water The clouds of foam Conquered by monsters? Down there, Do sirens roam? We aren't aware We do not know Enigmatic waves Rows of fossils Caked in dirt A haven for aquatic raves A museum holding remnants telling the story of the Mother Earth This is the Sea Take a swim sometime and feel its rhythm Listen to its story Flow with the sea’s entrancing beat I have faith and I believe That the sea is a world of its own Accentuated sometimes by its powerful voice or melodious hum No less mighty than the world above. Let's keep this beautiful wet world untouched to keep it as it is, the world we love ©SHREYA DRISTI
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THERE he was kissing her dreams, holding her heart taking her lips loving her form from his manly smell he envelops her and kissed her love as he gives her daisies, roses and brings his soul to her, he picks her up and gives her a loving surprise and loves her like there will be no tomorrow as he lays her in his dreams. He molds her body with his hands as lips dance all over her then lifts her to new heights, giving is he, and fast falling in love with this man. He takes her hand and leads her to his domain he whispers in her ear, I will always love you and his loving is slow and long holding her in his position his lips tingle her all over his tongue explores every inch.. Her body is tingling wanting more and more, as she cries his name he whispers in her ear as she moans he kisses her flower she falls into her dream state of passion and complete love ... Debbie Brooks 2015
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Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 11:08 PM UTC
Tasting Her Lips
i write poems for fun. help me. i write poems for fun during lunch, while all the other kids live their adolescent lives. i write poems for fun on weekends, while others are experimenting with drugs and alcohol at awesome house parties. i write poems for fun alone, while everyone else explores each other's bodies. i write poems for fun. i cut myself for fun, while all you other ******* actually have fun. i write poems for fun. help me.
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Nov 13, 2012
Nov 13, 2012 at 5:57 PM UTC
i ******* hate poetry
I am the soft silent sight nestled in a tree gently holding hands with emotion. Together like lovers we intimately sit with an invisible touch. Our eyes penetrating darkness we govern like a loving mother or angelic force like Mother Teresa. A shiny moon polishing   a silvery heart cooled by a vast ocean. I always fly quietly as I bring a gentleness into darkness. Tucking the night up with the softest quilt, through a pane of glass in a near by wood you hear me calling. I give a rod of stability eternal sight seen it all before will see it again. As we hang softly like the moon in the sky or an Owl in the tree. I lift people through their night I carry them with my sight a tractor beam of light. As you feel my presence like a million hands that softly penetrate. All holding torches you are lite like a child who's mother has come back. Scooping you up your darkness falls on entering my Owls sight. I am the light that always surrounds the night . I am the ever expanding vision the tide that never turns but just keeps on rising. I grow with a bursting force of an ever expanding universe as I stretch my eyes they keep on reaching.   I am the ancient eye placed high above always unstirred but filled with feeling. Like the white of an eye surrounding a pupil I am the army who circles around the darkness. I am the reflection of the velvet moon sitting on the ocean threading itself throughout your being. Those caught within my sight will feel a thousand tiny bubbles of bright light. Gandolf the white explores your caves holding his wisdom stick and lantern. Unlocking your hidden emotion giving you magic fighting of your demon. I will conquer hell fire with a gentle trickle finding my path like a mountain stream passing. But when I open my heart my wings the devil will shudder because I hold a power like the pacific ocean. So much protection we can find at night within the Owls sight.
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Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 6:28 PM UTC
An Owls Sight
I am the soft silent sight nestled in a tree gently holding hands with emotion. Together like lovers we intimately sit with an invisible touch. Our eyes penetrating darkness we govern like a loving mother or angelic force like Mother Teresa. A shiny moon polishing   a silvery heart cooled by a vast ocean. I always fly quietly as I bring a gentleness into darkness. Tucking the night up with the softest quilt, through a pane of glass in a near by wood you hear me calling. I give a rod of stability eternal sight seen it all before will see it again. As we hang softly like the moon in the sky or an Owl in the tree. I lift people through their night I carry them with my sight a tractor beam of light. As you feel my presence like a million hands that softly penetrate. All holding torches you are lite like a child who's mother has come back. Scooping you up your darkness falls on entering my Owls sight. I am the light that always surrounds the night . I am the ever expanding vision the tide that never turns but just keeps on rising. I grow with a bursting force of an ever expanding universe as I stretch my eyes they keep on reaching.   I am the ancient eye placed high above always unstirred but filled with feeling. Like the white of an eye surrounding a pupil I am the army who circles around the darkness. I am the reflection of the velvet moon sitting on the ocean threading itself throughout your being. Those caught within my sight will feel a thousand tiny bubbles of bright light. Gandolf the white explores your caves holding his wisdom stick and lantern. Unlocking your hidden emotion giving you magic fighting of your demon. I will conquer hell fire with a gentle trickle finding my path like a mountain stream passing. But when I open my heart my wings the devil will shudder because I hold a power like the pacific ocean. So much protection we can find at night within the Owls sight.
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When your gaze scours my curves, I feel naked, yet cloth pulls tightly. You go beyond ********** me with your eyes. Tequila has nothing on the way you look-- at me. When you speak to me, only me, The lead of words is turned into The gold of excitement. Every syllabe tickles my sensitive stimuli, Every word seduces my thought, Until all I can utter is-- "more". Hot breath on my neck drenches My senses, leaves me breathless. And when I ask, "can I borrow yours?" Your kiss rivals that of the french. So hot, our lips are not our own. Then your tongue turns into Columbus, and explores. Your touch is my master, Your movement my release. And when finally, Liquid love makes my clothing Suffocating. There is only one word on my lips-- "Remove".
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Sep 15, 2011
Sep 15, 2011 at 11:37 AM UTC
Move Me
The dead-bolts on the interior doors Against the nephews most securely locked (One is destructive; the other explores) Ignored by their mother (usually crocked) The brother-in-law babbles about his bowels And surgeries over the festive spread Ignoring his wife’s disapproving scowls Detailing each grim therapy and med The puppies are safely penned inside Because of an incident with a crowbar And a nephew who kicked and screamed and cried - He wasn’t allowed to **** the dogs or bash the car His mother comforted him in his tears And glowered at me for telling him no And comforted herself with a few more beers Her special child is sensitive, you know The brother-in-law’s colonoscopy With lurid adjectives of graphic doom Comes with the pie and more iced tea His miseries circulate around the room Then from the living room an expensive crash “Not me!” “Not me!” More screams and denials and cries An old family vase – it’s now just trash “You shouldn’t have glass around,” their mother sighs The brother-in-law offers to show his scars He finds his shirt buttons, makes his move We other men escape outside for cigars Cigars!? The women uniformly disapprove One nephew leaps upon a garden seat And jumps and yells until it falls apart Their mother says her boy is cute and sweet “Are you all right, my dear little heart?” The brother-in-law holds his tummy and groans And tells us all about his flatulence And just which foods lead to what moans (Perhaps he should practice some abstinence) The women come outside to cough and choke With practiced puritan disapproval and sneers About the satanic scent of tobacco smoke The world’s best mother chugs a few more beers The brother-in-law explains why he can’t drink It’s about his digestion (be surprised) And we shouldn’t smoke; if only we’d think And we (got a match?) are properly chastised Then at the end of this mandatory day Of mandatory Hallmark merriment All of them finally go the (space) away And how did the mailbox get broken and bent? But the brother-in-law pauses at the garden gate “Say, did I tell you about my new pills…?” And so dear solitude again must wait While darkness slowly falls upon the hills
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Nov 21, 2018
Nov 21, 2018 at 4:51 PM UTC
A Good, Old-Fashioned Thanksgiving with the Family and the Relatives Who Just Won't Go Away
The dead-bolts on the interior doors Against the nephews most securely locked (One is destructive; the other explores) Ignored by their mother (usually crocked) The brother-in-law babbles about his bowels And surgeries over the festive spread Ignoring his wife’s disapproving scowls Detailing each grim therapy and med The puppies are safely penned inside Because of an incident with a crowbar And a nephew who kicked and screamed and cried - He wasn’t allowed to **** the dogs or bash the car His mother comforted him in his tears And glowered at me for telling him no And comforted herself with a few more beers Her special child is sensitive, you know The brother-in-law’s colonoscopy With lurid adjectives of graphic doom Comes with the pie and more iced tea His miseries circulate around the room Then from the living room an expensive crash “Not me!” “Not me!” More screams and denials and cries An old family vase – it’s now just trash “You shouldn’t have glass around,” their mother sighs The brother-in-law offers to show his scars He finds his shirt buttons, makes his move We other men escape outside for cigars Cigars!? The women uniformly disapprove One nephew leaps upon a garden seat And jumps and yells until it falls apart Their mother says her boy is cute and sweet “Are you all right, my dear little heart?” The brother-in-law holds his tummy and groans And tells us all about his flatulence And just which foods lead to what moans (Perhaps he should practice some abstinence) The women come outside to cough and choke With practiced puritan disapproval and sneers About the satanic scent of tobacco smoke The world’s best mother chugs a few more beers The brother-in-law explains why he can’t drink It’s about his digestion (be surprised) And we shouldn’t smoke; if only we’d think And we (got a match?) are properly chastised Then at the end of this mandatory day Of mandatory Hallmark merriment All of them finally go the (space) away And how did the mailbox get broken and bent? But the brother-in-law pauses at the garden gate “Say, did I tell you about my new pills…?” And so dear solitude again must wait While darkness slowly falls upon the hills
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A jet-ski, jetty bound, disturbs the waves, While not too far away, on the seabed Lies the hungry blacktip and hammerhead, As a nurse explores the undersea caves. Harvey wouldn’t capture Marlin here, Just a glance of turtle, seaweed green, Gasping at the stuffy air, marine, Gazing at a sunset he should fear. The sharks hunt for prey in mere hours. A flock of ching-chings squawk away, As mosquitoes come out to play, Darting between darkening flowers. Through mosquito nets I take a peek, In oasis that I realise, Snuggled in a palm tree lies A curled green parrot, sound asleep.
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Jun 4, 2012
Jun 4, 2012 at 10:28 AM UTC
Cayman Sunset
Slow kisses tingle on your neck Hands touch you with sweet carress Touching the tenderness of your ******* Teasing them with a careful hand Kissing them in turn, teasing them with a tongue Your breathing is fast with your desire Slow kisses going down, moving further down Kissing where holds the hidden pleasure You tremble now with knowing expectation As a lovers' tongue explores the sensation Thrilling you until you can not take any more Until the fountain comes to the lovers taste Slow kisses as he gently places you down And soon fills you with heated passion You both move together in a dance of lust Both lost in this moment of body heat Until that moment heat fills you from within And the release of satisfaction comes at last copyright Chris Smith 2008
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Dec 19, 2009
Dec 19, 2009 at 12:18 AM UTC
90: Slow Kisses
As I slowly fall into the grip of mezzo consciousness Your face emerges from the mist A face this beautiful I shall never forget Nor will I ever forget your beautiful silhouette Is it really you, how can this be? Last time I saw you,  you were wild and free In the meadows we  used to run Or Is this just an  illusion You reach out your hand and we slowly caress Your tongue explores my mouth's  inner recess I slowly survey the curve of your lingerie You leave me speechless, you take my breath away Oh my god what's that horrible sound? I open my eyes to find myself earthbound I slowly turn over to silence the alarm **** it was just a dream, I'm back on the farm.
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Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 5:53 PM UTC
Utter Disappointment
She doesn’t flinch beneath the weight of heat, My breath explores the hollow of her thighs. She waits—unmoving—where the birches meet, She arches slowly… then my hush sighs. My breath explores the hollow of her thighs, A damp note, I taste the waking skin. She arches slowly… then my hush sighs. I circle close, inhale where love has been. A damp note, I taste the waking skin, Her pulse, a Spring fawn trembling beneath dry leaves. I circle close, inhale where love has been, Cool wet air licks the heat her silent body weaves. Her pulse, a Spring fawn trembling beneath dry leaves, A long, slow, sigh traces curves—shadow drips to skin. Cool wet air licks the heat her silent body weaves, A ****** breeze gazes upon her folds, eyes deep within. A long, slow, sigh traces curves—shadow drips to skin, I breathe in her gasp—wildflowers, warm and wet. A ****** breeze gazes upon her folds, eyes deep within, Lips part slowly, a drip lingers and falls—lips met. She doesn’t flinch beneath the weight of heat, I am a tender hush, a windy night, her secret dream. She waits—unmoving—where the birches meet, Forever as one, a silent, deep, pleasured scream.
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Jul 13, 2025
Jul 13, 2025 at 5:29 PM UTC
Where The Birches Meet
I The absence of air affects the lungs, which stop inflating, and kills the subject of illusions. The absence of love, which is not so fatal, immortalizes the unemotional and ponders if in heaven he must be put. There's a longing as wilting as flowers and as old as happiness. There are colors which together paint my town with praises and pains. II There's a new effect: creepy like fear, fragile since early and sad when undone. There's a new now which arrives in mind and explores in it everything what feels The absence of us saddens the unhappy when there are no advantages, The absence of what I did, done alone, makes useless what is said about flowers.
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May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 6:16 PM UTC
Unhappy Flowers
Can you hear her crying? Waiting to be loved Can you hear her sighing? Wanting a body to hold She wants desire tonight To satisfy every need To be made love to all night To crave a lovers soft touch She is alone and explores Each contour of her body For a lover her yearning implores To come take her to paradise Alone naked on a bed of desire Wishing that her dreams come true Sensations of pleasure to take her higher A woman with passion in her soul
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Oct 13, 2009
Oct 13, 2009 at 11:15 AM UTC
Passion In Her Soul
losing my mind like before my heart's going blind to mourn no room for more! closing its door, filled with fear and horror sounds in my head ashore? not my voice but yours? as every part of me sores making its way to my core ruining my spores my insanity roars! and the madness pours! and the pain explores! stop! i can't take it anymore! i promised i'll be fine, i swore to you over and over some more but what can i do it's uncalled for? my sickness takes the score i'm destroyed and unhappy and more! what is there to adore? -djs
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Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 10:19 PM UTC
Destroyed
The Artists ideology their insight and vision. Love their biology see their division. Lines of colour, flowing and forming, seemingly fuller haphazard and warming. The Critic explores the artist, their passion to find what they strive for. Their ideals and fashion. But some critics talk waste when they try to show what is our taste as if we don't know.
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Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 4:28 PM UTC
Critic
A warm summer breeze sends clouds of dandelions to swarm around my body. They crash and glide, spin and collide, until they find their own way to the ground. Despite the heat, my limbs are frozen together, locked into place, while my mind explores this empty town. She’s there, under the drifting shade of the dying oak tree, watching me from afar, waiting until I can see her sunlit countenance, until I can know her. My love, the one my mind searches for in the darkest alleys and the jutting cliff sides of my cavernous heart. She lies in the shade, just waiting for the moment when the glimmering sun reveals her identity, while my persistent mind attempts to distinguish characteristic features within her impenetrable silhouette. But it can’t; It never will. When stubbornness and impatience search for love, only chaos breeds and spreads like fire in this lush, illuminating field. The ash chokes the life from the flowers before they even get their chance to bloom, and the deadly smoke lifts to destroy my only chance at beginning a life with the one I love most, my only chance to understand my emotions enough to see your beautiful face Whoever’s it may be.
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Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 5:46 AM UTC
An Untitled Love Poem, Lost in an Old Composition Notebook
Unfathomable to many desires loneliness and solitude, Explores realms of beauty, Freedom and dreams, She speaks of Desolation Seeking journey of life and peace, Mind jammed with uncertainity, Ostracized by society, All she seeks Desolation.
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Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 12:07 AM UTC
Desolation
First Meetings First meetings, open doors, first time my eyes explores. my heart thumps, my breath quickens, be gone jitterbugs and good riddance. First meetings, doors wide open, words kept close,words unspoken. life is short, so keep it simple. keep your heart like its a temple. First meeting, doors arise . I see the upcoming demise. I see it in your eyes. the windows of your soul are shining back. the windows of your soul are ready to attack. First meetings , your heart sets ablaze of wonder and fun. your spirit like thunder, your heart just a blunder , it went off like a gun. It shot me straight in the heart, you shot so straight you almost tore me apart. first meetings, cautious doors, no time to be explored. First meetings, first encounters, first loves. ~When there’s a first remember there's always a last.
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Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 10:43 PM UTC
First Mettings
****** Finds Her Love as the rising heat rose, prickling horse pose a young jockey is born among saddle of thorns she sees his harden well up close it looks swell looking both in the eye will he teach her on the fly his widening eyes yearn of nature's lesson she'll learn one must trot before she runs labor of love before the fun she pets and explores his tap and he sings and fiddles her gap a plumb beautifully glows yearning love for the rainbow she takes his bridle slowly in crawling like with a grin on wings of sage she flies higher, higher as she cries kiss me through the night as her widening lips incite a fire rages the rarefied air a trotter shaking the pair to the moon and stars she goes her first orbit coming to a close down to earth with a pop and splash their wedding night's dance a smash LR-5/7/17
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May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 9:34 PM UTC
****** Finds Her Love