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Eriko Aug 2016
There is something about it
The inexplicable curve in the diet
Swimming in pink grapefruit,
Sharing the stunted manifestation
Of a slice of clementine Gouda cheese
The way, the solace in a lone glass of wine
Chilled iced, purged crayfish
Flushed from the brittle salt basked seas
From the callused knuckle of stony fisherman
Casting out at the crackling array of dawn
With the waters brimming at the hulk
And the mast scraping it's white and red tusks
The fisherman who left at dawn
Leaving his beloved steeped in slumber...
Allowing her eyes flutter to the beam of pink salmon
And there is just something about it,
Pulsing from the faint flicker of overhanging bulbs
A writer stoops over a sliver of miracle
Purged from the raw etched in his vast chest
The very act of describing compassion & sin
With the ink soaked mechanism of his typewriter
The legacy of a young girl
Who wasn't meant to save the world
But to find it, the humanity whisked away,
Drowned perhaps by whiskey and alcohol
Eyesights deterred from the long lone walk
Pocketed with threats and head shakes
The writer's fingers fly,
And funny how there is something about it
How it doesn't end in full circle
That we lack the great capacity
To seize the flesh of truce
So distilled we sail,
So perturbed we write,
So empty we feast
Never quite knowing
That elemental presumption
Of something more
jacky Aug 2014
the end
drew me back to
the unknown
into grey matter
before anything turns
I ran away,
I took all of them
as if all memories are to throw

renewing the thoughts
deleting the past
saved on my camera roll -
your crystal clear candid shots
into sleepless metaphors
the nights you stole

with our brief barely breathing history
time seemed to align
where it flew
I was not sure how it went
the drinks, the laughs
those that came out our lungs

and the gust of sighs where i lost my mind
with our touching eyesights
we began
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Unknown stranger Jul 2020
Being a girl is simple
You just have to sign up some terms and conditions,
Even if it's beyond your emotions.
Being a girl is simple
You just have to face ***** eyesights,
And be listen even if u are right.
Being a girl is simple
You just have to uphold every bite,
And end up the day always giving yourself fake satisfaction that everything is alright.
Being a girl is simple
You just have to take permission for your every flight ,
And always reach home before night.
Being a girl is so simple
You just have to sacrifice your dreams,
And keep yourself engage in such things for you which doesn't even mean.
Being a girl is not simple
Sweet cherry rose, had my loved wrapped like a lasso, everyday a new hassle,
Cant break away from your love, strung out like I'm on drugs, shorty so fly,
Wise guy, with the open sharp laser eye, saw your initials pinned to the skies,
Why ask why, I miss you baby, though you dearly depart, you'll always have a spark,
In the deepest part, of my heart,
No matter what part, they try to stick you with, always real, never counterfeit,
Oh ****, live moves from the snakes out of the pit, now everybody talking ****,
Like they got the itch, I been that lick, that sticks like cement to bricks,
**** these other hypocrites, laying parasites to my eyesights, iight,
Had visions, of me and you, red to blue mixed, velvet dressed so finesse,
From start to finish, you gave me good love for my soul, to replenish,
Sunlight turned to dark nights, no more phone calls, no more family brawls,
Verbal exert the context, perplex wordplay fog up ya natural dialect,
I select, the perfect rhyme over beats to confine, the weakest minds,
Baby girl **** what they say, nobody perfect  you heard it, from the realist,
To ever spill this, I know you gone, wrote this sad song, all love went wrong,
Now I'm sounded by deaths gong, is it my time next, I been ready to check,
Out the earth place, I'm taking up the spaces, no more ice cakes,
**** to bake, or harassment from jake, in the state, watching the farm, harm,
Still ringing the alarms, rock the bells, sights of born cursed spell, where I dwell,
Reverend taught me heaven, but all I see is hell, amongst where the liars sell,
Broke potions, of an illusion oceans, of fantasy painted as a reality,
I stay with the true Gods be, black as Mahogany, check the rhyme bee,
Stinging melodies, so vividly I got all eyes on me, swing from a higher tree,
Divine what was yours, is now mine split personalities miss my minnie,
I was her a Mickey, she put me where success should be, hopefully,
I see you in the afterlife, resting so peacefully, precious and pretty,
You got me going crazy, cant believe this day, was the day it grazed me,
Sipping mojitos, puffin' rillos, I feel like it's my catcalling time to go yo,
I'm looking at your beautiful pose, tears running down my cheek to nose,
My thoughts froze, like a penitentiary pose, and I got no where to goes,
I took a pinch of Rippertons soul, down memory lane, anger with vain,
Agony such a tragedy, blast me for my final picture,
initially made for the gold cemetery,

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