"flamboyancy" poems
Your just sad,
stupidity of the most flamboyancy
you throw your arrow's
catching others off guard,
showing them the illusionary's
to something fake.
Oh no you don't!!!
I'd **** for much less
but I'd **** you slowly painfully
if you stick me with that!
I'd hurt you and make you suffer
slowly- meticulously
like you've made me hurt, cry,
die a bit each time- so many many times.
time after time I failed & fell prey to your games...
your sick mind must be wondering
what next you can do
to me
Baby baby baby...........
I'm no longer blind to your wicked deeds
and all your silly schemes.
I got your number
and yet you still
think your gonna fool me,
Not this round and never again,
you should be ashamed of yourself
for the misconducts and falsehoods you
and your magical arrow's have
shown so many, not just me.
all kinds of being from ever walks of life,
all around the world.
Your silly & sad really,
and truth be told someone
must have ruined your love long ago
I heard ya momma did you in and for what?
Beauty is only skin deep or so they say.
she must of hated that your love was given
to someone else!
Did you do it, huh did ya?
Yo you fucked ya momma
huh?
Your a stupid bastard- yes you,
Kama, Amor, or so they called you
MR CUPID,
I hate everything you claim to stand for
if you understood true love
You'd know ya arrow's cause lust & desire
not love,
not even real infatuations.
you've did your damage
and if you stick me again
I'll **** you!
You don't inspire romantic anythings.
You wreck happy homes
given young girls false hope
false wishing and dreams.
Cupid
you son of a ***** leave me be and go away.
Cupid
stop playing go on now get outta here!
Cupid.........
’’’’\̵͇̿̿\з=(•̪●)=ε/̵͇̿̿/’̿’̿’̿’̿
Goodbye...
Man I swear.........
Cupid must think I'm
Stupid!
Always Me Ayeshah
Mar 30, 2010
Mar 30, 2010 at 10:57 AM UTC
Flamboyancy and wit
Such things are of attribute
But one can only imagine!
Imagine that there was this.
Aphrodite has walked
On your toes
But then to imagine
That life would grant
Such fortune as to be
Graced with such misery
But this Flamboyancy and wit--
Where can I find it?
Where must i go; but to
The ends of this world
No--
You see, this Flamboyancy
Found in all it's buoyancy
Among my mind, it
Found all it's Flamboyant wit
Just treading by; and then
it sat at my side in
All it's marvelous, buoyant
wight
In all it's marvelous, buoyant
wit.
So locks of perfection,
Crispy and brown
Armored at the teeth
I wouldn't say more than
Could be meant, but I meant well
As it was a fancy
I've touched this crisp and
It is, but the softest--
Just the greatest of all
Things--
Setting the standard
And there
It sat to my right...
So there's this elaborate Charm
Such flamboyant carelessness
This luxuriant eminence
Of pure intellect
Sports-y and adequate
Not in my reach
But this Flamboyancy and style!
Such wit in her words
Such grace in her laugh
Such power in that mind
And those witty words are
Sharper than paper
For paper cuts hurt more than
The broken bone
And paper cuts can hinder
more than crutches
And Beelzebub does the devil
Set aside,
For hers stare is innocence
That moves mountains
As the hand of God did
And melted Hell's fire
As the ice from Pluto might
Yet no Asclepius is of help
At the sharp pound of her eye
You'll land in a comma
You'd dream of more grace--
Like an angelic Succubus
That kills with innocence
And this Flamboyancy,
This wit--
It sat right at my right
But my inept pliancy
Will find itself in a buoyant
Force of a thousand
Jedi and of a strength that
Only the proper charisma
Could ever properly
Sustain--
And until such appears
I'll just worship that allure--
That accidental allure
Of Universal forces
As that of which is found the second
Iron is formed in a Red Giant
Nothing else would
Please me more...
Jul 17, 2012
Jul 17, 2012 at 4:59 PM UTC
*I am but a meager man
a mere weaver of words.*
My writing cloaks insidious intent
to hide from reality’s fearful eyes;
deceiving with facetious transgression.
My just reward for such sullied repute-
shades drawn tight lest my rueful deeds be known
*I remain hidden from a cruel world
behind callus words of my own fancy.*
Verbose ranting of cryptic escapades
I grease my fist to ram down your gullet,
withdrawing the emotion I desire.
Recherché locution; gossamer strands
of melodies to soothe your tattered soul
*While my own inner depths
Echo emptiness and raging solitude.*
Descanting rhythm to shroud what I am
only fools believe the self-proclaimed bard;
for I will conceal what is pertinent.
Illuminating only the mundane
with flamboyancy of ordered disdain
*I am exactly what I am; all I may ever be;
a reputed poet of ill repute-*
just meager ol me.
© S.Loeding
All Rights Reserved
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 3:32 PM UTC
Fluid flamboyancy swam from his mouth, much to the dismay of the listener
This will not do, this can't be you, learn quick, think fast, be swifter
Concepts cloaked in foreign shadows, spoken obliviously against, total defense, these creatures should be sent to the gallows...No Offense??
The young mind, so bent, squeezed and mimed,
Soon comes to see,
That for Himself,
His ultimate goal,
The freedom he stole,
Always belonged to me
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 3:29 PM UTC
Mirror, mirror
On the wall
Who is the hottest of them all
If I'm in a room with mostly women its definitely not me
When is it ever me?
I look like Phideas's silent brother Verb
Looking like I smoked a little too much herb
But I'm clean, I'm clean
That brand new Mod set up on that Mustang is fresh clean
As beautiful as Lady Liberty
The staple for success and flamboyancy
I got that heat too
Let me bring it
But don't get burned
I would hate myself for doing you harm
I just want to disarm our easiness to ****
I want the valued and cheap thrills
I'm not hard to please
I love the word ease
It perfectly describes me
We need a better word than perfect for you
Let me look for one or hell
I'll coin one
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 9:36 PM UTC