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"infatuate" poems

You infatuate me with your views Your body sings Trap Queen but your heart's in love with the Blues That's cool. I got an indigo soul too Lets connect like constellations As I'm constantly relating you to Roman Goddesses and Egyptian Queens You're more beautiful than Aphrodite and Cleopatra You mentally surpass all your peers But obtuse thinkers still come at yuh Forgive them. They know not who they size They see your full lips and your thick thighs Worshiping physical features so your face is often forgotten They don't notice you got three eyes Your Melanin Was Way Too Poppin

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Mar 11, 2016

Mar 11, 2016 at 2:03 AM UTC

Melanin Popping

You infatuate me with your views Your body sings Trap Queen but your heart's in love with the Blues That's cool. I got an indigo soul too Lets connect like constellations As I'm constantly relating you to Roman Goddesses and Egyptian Queens You're more beautiful than Aphrodite and Cleopatra You mentally surpass all your peers But obtuse thinkers still come at yuh Forgive them. They know not who they size They see your full lips and your thick thighs Worshiping physical features so your face is often forgotten They don't notice you got three eyes Your Melanin Was Way Too Poppin

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he turned up a winning ace on his arrival he turned up an ace the ace of revival everyone engrossed with all that he wrote oh yeah there was a real classiness to his tote he'd arrived at other forums not getting applause those places weren't aiding his penning cause he turned up a winning ace on his arrival he turned up an ace the ace of revival when he found the site where the mob noticed him there stayed he to garner kudos on his trim of the adoring hordes his arrival did infatuate a diamond ace card dealt him triumph's fate he turned up a winning ace on his arrival he turned up an ace the ace of revival

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Jun 11, 2017

Jun 11, 2017 at 6:41 AM UTC

ElizabethSquires

he turned up a winning ace on his arrival he turned up an ace the ace of revival everyone engrossed with all that he wrote oh yeah there was a real classiness to his tote he'd arrived at other forums not getting applause those places weren't aiding his penning cause he turned up a winning ace on his arrival he turned up an ace the ace of revival when he found the site where the mob noticed him there stayed he to garner kudos on his trim of the adoring hordes his arrival did infatuate a diamond ace card dealt him triumph's fate he turned up a winning ace on his arrival he turned up an ace the ace of revival

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There are monsters under my bed, I swear it’s true If you don’t believe me take a peak, but I wouldn’t if I were you They are more terrifying then any alien, vampire or werewolf pack Even though they wouldn’t eat you as a snack They don’t have three heads, green skin or multiple eyeballs But bones can be seen through brittle orange skin and sleek hair, skyscraper tall The heaving chest of a Grinch size heart can be seen, beating almost too slowly Their beady bloodshot eyes stare at my pale skin, knowingly I hear their long nails violently scraping on my floor, haunting the room in which I slumber Those bloodshot eyes and glowing nails wish to tear me from limb to limb, with a plunger I prevent this terrible pretense by giving them what they desire the most Dishes of raw meat, garnished with flies, are found under my bed; since they infatuate the gross So they will not touch a pretty little hair on my head But, it is so that they glare with jealous revenge, under my bed They rely on me, and I must keep them satisfied, for my safety They have a fear of being not alluring, very desperately they rummage through food, even if it isn’t tasty These scrawny creatures reflect a zombie, who was once radiant with beauty Demanding statements and propelling attitudes falsify their faces, simply they are snooty. Their beauty would entice many girls, I know Maybe others would see the reflection of their ugly souls, and realize what their future may in toe These creatures are after me, because I’m not like them In this twisted universe, I am the alien

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Sep 5, 2012

Sep 5, 2012 at 12:41 AM UTC

michelle-detomaso

There are monsters under my bed, I swear it’s true If you don’t believe me take a peak, but I wouldn’t if I were you They are more terrifying then any alien, vampire or werewolf pack Even though they wouldn’t eat you as a snack They don’t have three heads, green skin or multiple eyeballs But bones can be seen through brittle orange skin and sleek hair, skyscraper tall The heaving chest of a Grinch size heart can be seen, beating almost too slowly Their beady bloodshot eyes stare at my pale skin, knowingly I hear their long nails violently scraping on my floor, haunting the room in which I slumber Those bloodshot eyes and glowing nails wish to tear me from limb to limb, with a plunger I prevent this terrible pretense by giving them what they desire the most Dishes of raw meat, garnished with flies, are found under my bed; since they infatuate the gross So they will not touch a pretty little hair on my head But, it is so that they glare with jealous revenge, under my bed They rely on me, and I must keep them satisfied, for my safety They have a fear of being not alluring, very desperately they rummage through food, even if it isn’t tasty These scrawny creatures reflect a zombie, who was once radiant with beauty Demanding statements and propelling attitudes falsify their faces, simply they are snooty. Their beauty would entice many girls, I know Maybe others would see the reflection of their ugly souls, and realize what their future may in toe These creatures are after me, because I’m not like them In this twisted universe, I am the alien

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Gray gathering Signs fell on the musty register. Two pallid Faces infatuate, braiding the ley lines, Were married in a dimly lit registry. Outside, the sky in Dublin was a dark pool, The clouds were omen, birds, startled in Your eyes, a flashing flue of doves, all wings A warring coo, escaping into the dusk. We walked a ways to that room of dreams And dined in the Shelbourne’s Aisling room. I was Ormond, I was Yeats and you Were gone. Your happy tears were notes singing Our sorrows that day. Our love was castaway Our love was time bomb. Crossing stars, we trembled As we talked. Two birds setting sights on some Lost ocean’s horizon. When first we met, At the meeting hall, cradled in a tempest Eye, you gave me your name and it burned on The paper as it now burns in my mind Like Brigid’s fire. At once, once, we were one. Conjoined yet neither one of us a joiner. Anointed under the votive stars violently Innocent your heart, a spike, my heart A rail. Our love was charmed, our love was time, Balm. To what end this new beginning?

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Sep 20, 2012

Sep 20, 2012 at 1:20 PM UTC

After the Elopement

Gray gathering Signs fell on the musty register. Two pallid Faces infatuate, braiding the ley lines, Were married in a dimly lit registry. Outside, the sky in Dublin was a dark pool, The clouds were omen, birds, startled in Your eyes, a flashing flue of doves, all wings A warring coo, escaping into the dusk. We walked a ways to that room of dreams And dined in the Shelbourne’s Aisling room. I was Ormond, I was Yeats and you Were gone. Your happy tears were notes singing Our sorrows that day. Our love was castaway Our love was time bomb. Crossing stars, we trembled As we talked. Two birds setting sights on some Lost ocean’s horizon. When first we met, At the meeting hall, cradled in a tempest Eye, you gave me your name and it burned on The paper as it now burns in my mind Like Brigid’s fire. At once, once, we were one. Conjoined yet neither one of us a joiner. Anointed under the votive stars violently Innocent your heart, a spike, my heart A rail. Our love was charmed, our love was time, Balm. To what end this new beginning?

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Gray gathering Signs fell on the musty register. Two pallid Faces infatuate, braiding the ley lines, Were married in a dimly lit registry. Outside, the sky in Dublin was a dark pool, The clouds were omen, birds, startled in Your eyes, a flashing flue of doves, all wings A warring coo, escaping into the dusk. We walked a ways to that room of dreams And dined in the Shelbourne’s Aisling room. I was Ormond, I was Yeats and you Were gone. Your happy tears were notes singing Our sorrows that day. Our love was castaway Our love was time bomb. Crossing stars, we trembled As we talked. Two birds setting sights on some Lost ocean’s horizon. When first we met, At the meeting hall, cradled in a tempest Eye, you gave me your name and it burned on The paper as it now burns in my mind Like Brigid’s fire. At once, once, we were one. Conjoined yet neither one of us a joiner. Anointed under the votive stars violently Innocent your heart, a spike, my heart A rail. Our love was charmed, our love was time, Balm. To what end this new beginning?

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Jul 26, 2013

Jul 26, 2013 at 12:18 PM UTC

After the Elopement

Gray gathering Signs fell on the musty register. Two pallid Faces infatuate, braiding the ley lines, Were married in a dimly lit registry. Outside, the sky in Dublin was a dark pool, The clouds were omen, birds, startled in Your eyes, a flashing flue of doves, all wings A warring coo, escaping into the dusk. We walked a ways to that room of dreams And dined in the Shelbourne’s Aisling room. I was Ormond, I was Yeats and you Were gone. Your happy tears were notes singing Our sorrows that day. Our love was castaway Our love was time bomb. Crossing stars, we trembled As we talked. Two birds setting sights on some Lost ocean’s horizon. When first we met, At the meeting hall, cradled in a tempest Eye, you gave me your name and it burned on The paper as it now burns in my mind Like Brigid’s fire. At once, once, we were one. Conjoined yet neither one of us a joiner. Anointed under the votive stars violently Innocent your heart, a spike, my heart A rail. Our love was charmed, our love was time, Balm. To what end this new beginning?

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Don't underestimate, dilate or infatuate yourself with any one thing, person or activity To the square root of time divided by the tranquility Within the boundaries of forever and infinity You can decipher it with love Still debating whether or not life can be held with just one glove Still we wait I almost decided to close the gate Lock the doors Swear at the top of my lungs That this song has already been sung But I didn't I can't win when my neck is still so hung Up On the fact that the human condition is still a sad rendition on what real happiness is trying to finish Not until the end She said Not without a friend to hold hands with Lie on the floor and in dreams you would dance with I can't help it if we chose it I can't help it if we're suppose to do it It's not like I'm the one who gave you the power to abuse it Please Calmly step forward Your passion will guide you to the new world order

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Sep 7, 2014

Sep 7, 2014 at 11:20 AM UTC

Calmly Step Forward

Don't underestimate, dilate or infatuate yourself with any one thing, person or activity To the square root of time divided by the tranquility Within the boundaries of forever and infinity You can decipher it with love Still debating whether or not life can be held with just one glove Still we wait I almost decided to close the gate Lock the doors Swear at the top of my lungs That this song has already been sung But I didn't I can't win when my neck is still so hung Up On the fact that the human condition is still a sad rendition on what real happiness is trying to finish Not until the end She said Not without a friend to hold hands with Lie on the floor and in dreams you would dance with I can't help it if we chose it I can't help it if we're suppose to do it It's not like I'm the one who gave you the power to abuse it Please Calmly step forward Your passion will guide you to the new world order

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Gray gathering Signs fell on the musty register. Two pallid Faces infatuate, braiding the ley lines, Were married in a dimly lit registry. Outside, the sky in Dublin was a dark pool, The clouds were omen, birds, startled in Your eyes, a flashing flue of doves, all wings A warring coo, escaping into the dusk. We walked a ways to that room of dreams And dined in the Shelbourne’s Aisling room. I was Ormond, I was Yeats and you Were gone. Your happy tears were notes singing Our sorrows that day. Our love was castaway Our love was time bomb. Crossing stars, we trembled As we talked. Two birds setting sights on some Lost ocean’s horizon. When first we met, At the meeting hall, cradled in a tempest Eye, you gave me your name and it burned on The paper as it now burns in my mind Like Brigid’s fire. At once, once, we were one. Conjoined yet neither one of us a joiner. Anointed under the votive stars violently Innocent your heart, a spike, my heart A rail. Our love was charmed, our love was time, Balm. To what end this new beginning?

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Jun 1, 2012

Jun 1, 2012 at 2:31 PM UTC

After the Elopement

Gray gathering Signs fell on the musty register. Two pallid Faces infatuate, braiding the ley lines, Were married in a dimly lit registry. Outside, the sky in Dublin was a dark pool, The clouds were omen, birds, startled in Your eyes, a flashing flue of doves, all wings A warring coo, escaping into the dusk. We walked a ways to that room of dreams And dined in the Shelbourne’s Aisling room. I was Ormond, I was Yeats and you Were gone. Your happy tears were notes singing Our sorrows that day. Our love was castaway Our love was time bomb. Crossing stars, we trembled As we talked. Two birds setting sights on some Lost ocean’s horizon. When first we met, At the meeting hall, cradled in a tempest Eye, you gave me your name and it burned on The paper as it now burns in my mind Like Brigid’s fire. At once, once, we were one. Conjoined yet neither one of us a joiner. Anointed under the votive stars violently Innocent your heart, a spike, my heart A rail. Our love was charmed, our love was time, Balm. To what end this new beginning?

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Gray gathering Signs fell on the musty register. Two pallid Faces infatuate, braiding the ley lines, Were married in a dimly lit registry. Outside, the sky in Dublin was a dark pool, The clouds were omen, birds, startled in Your eyes, a flashing flue of doves, all wings A warring coo, escaping into the dusk. We walked a ways to that room of dreams And dined in the Shelbourne’s Aisling room. I was Ormond, I was Yeats and you Were gone. Your happy tears were notes singing Our sorrows that day. Our love was castaway Our love was time bomb. Crossing stars, we trembled As we talked. Two birds setting sights on some Lost ocean’s horizon. When first we met, At the meeting hall, cradled in a tempest Eye, you gave me your name and it burned on The paper as it now burns in my mind Like Brigid’s fire. At once, once, we were one. Conjoined yet neither one of us a joiner. Anointed under the votive stars violently Innocent your heart, a spike, my heart A rail. Our love was charmed, our love was time, Balm. To what end this new beginning?

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Jan 7, 2013

Jan 7, 2013 at 6:23 PM UTC

After the Elopement

Gray gathering Signs fell on the musty register. Two pallid Faces infatuate, braiding the ley lines, Were married in a dimly lit registry. Outside, the sky in Dublin was a dark pool, The clouds were omen, birds, startled in Your eyes, a flashing flue of doves, all wings A warring coo, escaping into the dusk. We walked a ways to that room of dreams And dined in the Shelbourne’s Aisling room. I was Ormond, I was Yeats and you Were gone. Your happy tears were notes singing Our sorrows that day. Our love was castaway Our love was time bomb. Crossing stars, we trembled As we talked. Two birds setting sights on some Lost ocean’s horizon. When first we met, At the meeting hall, cradled in a tempest Eye, you gave me your name and it burned on The paper as it now burns in my mind Like Brigid’s fire. At once, once, we were one. Conjoined yet neither one of us a joiner. Anointed under the votive stars violently Innocent your heart, a spike, my heart A rail. Our love was charmed, our love was time, Balm. To what end this new beginning?

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Obsession, you’re my ***** word my secret, wanton lust for I can think of no-one else to have you, oh! I must. But when satiated shaken to my core obsession ups and leaves me I don’t want you anymore. So, call me fickle, darlin’ just as you always do I’m not fickle, just bedevilled occasionally by you. Though, you ain’t my only hang up don’t go thinking that you are I’ve a lifetime of obsessions and you’re not the best, by far. Not all are made of flesh and bone some have no soul at all but I host their hauntings just the same always at their beck and call. I’m helpless to their honeyed charms so easily am I led take me by the hand, my love, keep my obsession fed. Come, wrap me in your many limbs pour your magic in my ear captivate, infatuate for as long as I am here. Then I twist my form unshackled alight and fade away and you must wait, unknowing, for only time can say. If I shall visit you again one small fancy of my flights but keep my name upon your lips ‘til my next obsession strikes.

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Sep 24, 2013

Sep 24, 2013 at 10:03 AM UTC

miss-tabitha-devereaux

Obsession, you’re my ***** word my secret, wanton lust for I can think of no-one else to have you, oh! I must. But when satiated shaken to my core obsession ups and leaves me I don’t want you anymore. So, call me fickle, darlin’ just as you always do I’m not fickle, just bedevilled occasionally by you. Though, you ain’t my only hang up don’t go thinking that you are I’ve a lifetime of obsessions and you’re not the best, by far. Not all are made of flesh and bone some have no soul at all but I host their hauntings just the same always at their beck and call. I’m helpless to their honeyed charms so easily am I led take me by the hand, my love, keep my obsession fed. Come, wrap me in your many limbs pour your magic in my ear captivate, infatuate for as long as I am here. Then I twist my form unshackled alight and fade away and you must wait, unknowing, for only time can say. If I shall visit you again one small fancy of my flights but keep my name upon your lips ‘til my next obsession strikes.

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it is a funny thing, what infatuation can do when I see you and I breathe I can feel every cell and see past the next moment I can feel the way you move anything can be a catalyst for you a note in a song my hair against my lip I want to turn your head and make you see me the way I do because with you comes this feeling and with this feeling oh I'm writing and singing and dancing and moving and even the cold air is welcome but a year ago this poem had a different subject why can I not infatuate myself and keep constant the excitement of possibility must I rely on a nameless stranger

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Feb 19, 2013

Feb 19, 2013 at 7:41 PM UTC

it is a funny thing, what infatuation can do when I see you and I breathe I can feel every cell and see past the next moment I can feel the way you move anything can be a catalyst for you a note in a song my hair against my lip I want to turn your head and make you see me the way I do because with you comes this feeling and with this feeling oh I'm writing and singing and dancing and moving and even the cold air is welcome but a year ago this poem had a different subject why can I not infatuate myself and keep constant the excitement of possibility must I rely on a nameless stranger

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Walking through days as a zombie Begins to remind you that nothing is as it was And never will be again. Numbness entraps me Pick up my lifeless body With your bare hands, I beg you Darling don't let go. Sinfulness no longer feels exciting or dangerous. Sadness is no longer sadness. Happiness is illusive. Life has the tendency to lose its beauty Because I cannot feel. So why not take One more cut to my wrist One more sip from the glass One more drag of the sweet smoke of forgetfulness. One more dose of your potent love Or your homicidal lust. You were my ******* my addiction. Consume me once again And let me infatuate you once more. So that I can stop feeling so dead.

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Jan 8, 2014

Jan 8, 2014 at 2:38 PM UTC

Walking through days as a zombie Begins to remind you that nothing is as it was And never will be again. Numbness entraps me Pick up my lifeless body With your bare hands, I beg you Darling don't let go. Sinfulness no longer feels exciting or dangerous. Sadness is no longer sadness. Happiness is illusive. Life has the tendency to lose its beauty Because I cannot feel. So why not take One more cut to my wrist One more sip from the glass One more drag of the sweet smoke of forgetfulness. One more dose of your potent love Or your homicidal lust. You were my ******* my addiction. Consume me once again And let me infatuate you once more. So that I can stop feeling so dead.

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Much than the stars infatuate at nights Does her dark skin through the lattice of her top We bereave the nights Instead we sneak peak under the sun There ,she achieves utmost pitch in giggles I trail ,fall and then fail

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Feb 17, 2019

Feb 17, 2019 at 10:41 AM UTC

The Personified Mornings

Much than the stars infatuate at nights Does her dark skin through the lattice of her top We bereave the nights Instead we sneak peak under the sun There ,she achieves utmost pitch in giggles I trail ,fall and then fail

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Hey! Everyday I am here in class I look forward to seeing you And I don't wanna let this class end I'm infatuated by everything I love everyday I'm with you And when the sun comes up I know it's Tuesday Tuesday Let everything fall Fall into place I am glad that I stayed For another Tuesday I know you are I know you are the One I am infatuated by you I arose today wishin' today was Tuesday

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Sep 12, 2013

Sep 12, 2013 at 11:03 PM UTC

Hey! Everyday I am here in class I look forward to seeing you And I don't wanna let this class end I'm infatuated by everything I love everyday I'm with you And when the sun comes up I know it's Tuesday Tuesday Let everything fall Fall into place I am glad that I stayed For another Tuesday I know you are I know you are the One I am infatuated by you I arose today wishin' today was Tuesday

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As she writes in day or moonlight She contemplates definitions Finding the figures televised Are not models, but a condition For the dead, it seems have become the dream That man aim to worship and infatuate over And this she find, as a woman, a girl Is what's infecting the world like fever Pale skin so white opposes the sight Of her freckled, pinkly complexion Vain within those whose malnutriton Are posted as pure perfection Lips of red the of which the dead Show the blood that once flowed through vein As Death runs his fingers through limp hair The word "beauty” writhing in pain And this, to the world, she also be the girl The woman's aspiration, all in all? This should be instead of true form A copy, a replica, a doll? To lie with each breath, beauty wrapped in death To please mankind in sights of its end Is a plight, in day or moonlight She cannot and will not defend

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Dec 16, 2013

Dec 16, 2013 at 9:50 AM UTC

Writhing Beauty

As she writes in day or moonlight She contemplates definitions Finding the figures televised Are not models, but a condition For the dead, it seems have become the dream That man aim to worship and infatuate over And this she find, as a woman, a girl Is what's infecting the world like fever Pale skin so white opposes the sight Of her freckled, pinkly complexion Vain within those whose malnutriton Are posted as pure perfection Lips of red the of which the dead Show the blood that once flowed through vein As Death runs his fingers through limp hair The word "beauty” writhing in pain And this, to the world, she also be the girl The woman's aspiration, all in all? This should be instead of true form A copy, a replica, a doll? To lie with each breath, beauty wrapped in death To please mankind in sights of its end Is a plight, in day or moonlight She cannot and will not defend

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You stimulate me . . . You captivate me . . . I exist just to kiss you Good Lord how I miss you Crave the way you need me Crave the way you feed me You infatuate and haunt me ****** my mind and taunt me You're the man Who's up'd my game Laid me bare, tattooed my frame Seared my flesh with sticky lips Changed my life, re-wrote my scripts You're more than a strong addiction You are my main affliction You electrify and rock me Your kisses jolt and shock me Hey baby I'm not complaining Loved our **** spring training Only problem I'm perceiving Hate your absence; hate our leaving! Home without you isn't pretty Matter of fact it's just plain ****** Rather have you here beside me To love me, kiss me, satisfy me This love struck little rhyme of mine Written just to past the time Is praying that you feel the same 'Cuz you're the match that lights my flame It's us and we this poem's about (Powered by our three week drought) Not me; a word that's paid its dues Of missing love and missing clues Us and We and ours will be Yours and Mine and Ours to see Our love, our faith, our trust the key To making love eternally

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Jun 22, 2013

Jun 22, 2013 at 1:28 PM UTC

You stimulate me . . . You captivate me . . . I exist just to kiss you Good Lord how I miss you Crave the way you need me Crave the way you feed me You infatuate and haunt me ****** my mind and taunt me You're the man Who's up'd my game Laid me bare, tattooed my frame Seared my flesh with sticky lips Changed my life, re-wrote my scripts You're more than a strong addiction You are my main affliction You electrify and rock me Your kisses jolt and shock me Hey baby I'm not complaining Loved our **** spring training Only problem I'm perceiving Hate your absence; hate our leaving! Home without you isn't pretty Matter of fact it's just plain ****** Rather have you here beside me To love me, kiss me, satisfy me This love struck little rhyme of mine Written just to past the time Is praying that you feel the same 'Cuz you're the match that lights my flame It's us and we this poem's about (Powered by our three week drought) Not me; a word that's paid its dues Of missing love and missing clues Us and We and ours will be Yours and Mine and Ours to see Our love, our faith, our trust the key To making love eternally

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Gray gathering Signs fell on the musty register. Two pallid Faces infatuate, braiding the ley lines, Were married in a dimly lit registry. Outside, the sky in Dublin was a dark pool, The clouds were omen, birds, startled in Your eyes, a flashing flue of doves, all wings A warring coo, escaping into the dusk. We walked a ways to that room of dreams And dined in the Shelbourne’s Aisling room. I was Ormond, I was Yeats and you Were gone. Your happy tears were notes singing Our sorrows that day. Our love was castaway Our love was time bomb. Crossing stars, we trembled As we talked. Two birds setting sights on some Lost ocean’s horizon. When first we met, At the meeting hall, cradled in a tempest Eye, you gave me your name and it burned on The paper as it now burns in my mind Like Brigid’s fire. At once, once, we were one. Conjoined yet neither one of us a joiner. Anointed under the votive stars violently Innocent your heart, a spike, my heart A rail. Our love was charmed, our love was time, Balm. To what end this new beginning?

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May 17, 2016

May 17, 2016 at 10:43 PM UTC

After the Elopement

Gray gathering Signs fell on the musty register. Two pallid Faces infatuate, braiding the ley lines, Were married in a dimly lit registry. Outside, the sky in Dublin was a dark pool, The clouds were omen, birds, startled in Your eyes, a flashing flue of doves, all wings A warring coo, escaping into the dusk. We walked a ways to that room of dreams And dined in the Shelbourne’s Aisling room. I was Ormond, I was Yeats and you Were gone. Your happy tears were notes singing Our sorrows that day. Our love was castaway Our love was time bomb. Crossing stars, we trembled As we talked. Two birds setting sights on some Lost ocean’s horizon. When first we met, At the meeting hall, cradled in a tempest Eye, you gave me your name and it burned on The paper as it now burns in my mind Like Brigid’s fire. At once, once, we were one. Conjoined yet neither one of us a joiner. Anointed under the votive stars violently Innocent your heart, a spike, my heart A rail. Our love was charmed, our love was time, Balm. To what end this new beginning?

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A peaceful corner Island Blooming with content characters A place where stress is prohibited Whilst visitors relax in sea breezes Headphones barricade unwanted issues When salty air is present Gentle waves caress the shore All is well in this blissful retreat ****** limbs emerge from coats Ready for Apollo's warming filter Spirits and drinks are lifted After an eternal grey Winter Sandy-nailed hands wave hello Occasionally capturing a mutual embrace Debut lovers infatuate in the heat Cupid's climate shining kindly on their faces Silent observations from afar Prove to be no importance Just ordinary beings in their regular routine Showing humanity in its extraordinary splendour

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Jul 26, 2013

Jul 26, 2013 at 4:38 PM UTC

sally-jane-wilcox

A peaceful corner Island Blooming with content characters A place where stress is prohibited Whilst visitors relax in sea breezes Headphones barricade unwanted issues When salty air is present Gentle waves caress the shore All is well in this blissful retreat ****** limbs emerge from coats Ready for Apollo's warming filter Spirits and drinks are lifted After an eternal grey Winter Sandy-nailed hands wave hello Occasionally capturing a mutual embrace Debut lovers infatuate in the heat Cupid's climate shining kindly on their faces Silent observations from afar Prove to be no importance Just ordinary beings in their regular routine Showing humanity in its extraordinary splendour

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Gray gathering Signs fell on the musty register. Two pallid Faces infatuate, braiding the ley lines, Were married in a dimly lit registry. Outside, the sky in Dublin was a dark pool, The clouds were omen, birds, startled in Your eyes, a flashing flue of doves, all wings A warring coo, escaping into the dusk. We walked a ways to that room of dreams And dined in the Shelbourne’s Aisling room. I was Ormond, I was Yeats and you Were gone. Your happy tears were notes singing Our sorrows that day. Our love was castaway Our love was time bomb. Crossing stars, we trembled As we talked. Two birds setting sights on some Lost ocean’s horizon. When first we met, At the meeting hall, cradled in a tempest Eye, you gave me your name and it burned on The paper as it now burns in my mind Like Brigid’s fire. At once, once, we were one. Conjoined yet neither one of us a joiner. Anointed under the votive stars violently Innocent your heart, a spike, my heart A rail. Our love was charmed, our love was time, Balm. To what end this new beginning?

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Jan 16, 2015

Jan 16, 2015 at 3:23 PM UTC

After the Elopement

Gray gathering Signs fell on the musty register. Two pallid Faces infatuate, braiding the ley lines, Were married in a dimly lit registry. Outside, the sky in Dublin was a dark pool, The clouds were omen, birds, startled in Your eyes, a flashing flue of doves, all wings A warring coo, escaping into the dusk. We walked a ways to that room of dreams And dined in the Shelbourne’s Aisling room. I was Ormond, I was Yeats and you Were gone. Your happy tears were notes singing Our sorrows that day. Our love was castaway Our love was time bomb. Crossing stars, we trembled As we talked. Two birds setting sights on some Lost ocean’s horizon. When first we met, At the meeting hall, cradled in a tempest Eye, you gave me your name and it burned on The paper as it now burns in my mind Like Brigid’s fire. At once, once, we were one. Conjoined yet neither one of us a joiner. Anointed under the votive stars violently Innocent your heart, a spike, my heart A rail. Our love was charmed, our love was time, Balm. To what end this new beginning?

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Hereabouts was inearthed the grief of an infatuate; Beneath the moonlight and clinged by deception; Thou, one and only sol in the murkiness; Pour spilled, imbrued the prediction away from the windfall; Thou, who laughed there then shivered forsakenly? presumed a northwind that never tied up here; Was life span soundless as the unnaturalness of the ambiguity? conversed without confab, forsaken the anguish each one raindrops; Hasten the broken heart in the wake of thee; When silhouette remains anonymous, hence thou stand synonymous; thence it's tiring to imitate its fascination; how afflicts sweet taste of hyperbole from a guileless lip; Thou laud me, when thou stare me in emptiness; Thou palter me, when thou don't seek about my beauty; Thou vanished, when thou don't see amore anymore...

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Jan 16, 2015

Jan 16, 2015 at 12:45 PM UTC

Hereabouts was inearthed the grief of an infatuate; Beneath the moonlight and clinged by deception; Thou, one and only sol in the murkiness; Pour spilled, imbrued the prediction away from the windfall; Thou, who laughed there then shivered forsakenly? presumed a northwind that never tied up here; Was life span soundless as the unnaturalness of the ambiguity? conversed without confab, forsaken the anguish each one raindrops; Hasten the broken heart in the wake of thee; When silhouette remains anonymous, hence thou stand synonymous; thence it's tiring to imitate its fascination; how afflicts sweet taste of hyperbole from a guileless lip; Thou laud me, when thou stare me in emptiness; Thou palter me, when thou don't seek about my beauty; Thou vanished, when thou don't see amore anymore...

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Gray gathering Signs fell on the musty register. Two pallid Faces infatuate, braiding the ley lines, Were married in a dimly lit registry. Outside, the sky in Dublin was a dark pool, The clouds were omen, birds, startled in Your eyes, a flashing flue of doves, all wings A warring coo, escaping into the dusk. We walked a ways to that room of dreams And dined in the Shelbourne’s Aisling room. I was Ormond, I was Yeats and you Were gone. Your happy tears were notes singing Our sorrows that day. Our love was castaway Our love was time bomb. Crossing stars, we trembled As we talked. Two birds setting sights on some Lost ocean’s horizon. When first we met, At the meeting hall, cradled in a tempest Eye, you gave me your name and it burned on The paper as it now burns in my mind Like Brigid’s fire. At once, once, we were one. Conjoined yet neither one of us a joiner. Anointed under the votive stars violently Innocent your heart, a spike, my heart A rail. Our love was charmed, our love was time, Balm. To what end this new beginning?

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Mar 31, 2014

Mar 31, 2014 at 1:27 PM UTC

After the Elopement

Gray gathering Signs fell on the musty register. Two pallid Faces infatuate, braiding the ley lines, Were married in a dimly lit registry. Outside, the sky in Dublin was a dark pool, The clouds were omen, birds, startled in Your eyes, a flashing flue of doves, all wings A warring coo, escaping into the dusk. We walked a ways to that room of dreams And dined in the Shelbourne’s Aisling room. I was Ormond, I was Yeats and you Were gone. Your happy tears were notes singing Our sorrows that day. Our love was castaway Our love was time bomb. Crossing stars, we trembled As we talked. Two birds setting sights on some Lost ocean’s horizon. When first we met, At the meeting hall, cradled in a tempest Eye, you gave me your name and it burned on The paper as it now burns in my mind Like Brigid’s fire. At once, once, we were one. Conjoined yet neither one of us a joiner. Anointed under the votive stars violently Innocent your heart, a spike, my heart A rail. Our love was charmed, our love was time, Balm. To what end this new beginning?

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Darling, I've left the stove on for you The milk has curdled and lumped The walls torn of their bark The shower running hot I've given all the photos up To flame in warm embrace I've brimmed the socks with holes for you, I've smithered every plate I've sprayed the garden poisonous I've festered root & vein I've grown a **** in every pith And severed every end For you, my love I've scorched the house And this I'd do again For you, my love I would commit Each feared unearthly sin I am the soldier Steadfast, held Against all element For you I'd burn And fall to sword Infatuate in death -- c

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Apr 9, 2018

Apr 9, 2018 at 10:50 AM UTC

Darling, I've left the stove on for you The milk has curdled and lumped The walls torn of their bark The shower running hot I've given all the photos up To flame in warm embrace I've brimmed the socks with holes for you, I've smithered every plate I've sprayed the garden poisonous I've festered root & vein I've grown a **** in every pith And severed every end For you, my love I've scorched the house And this I'd do again For you, my love I would commit Each feared unearthly sin I am the soldier Steadfast, held Against all element For you I'd burn And fall to sword Infatuate in death -- c

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I had no intention of causing any more harm than she had done to herself, which became the catalyst for a series of letters. Pages upon pages of observations, one more prominent than the others; You wish you knew me like I wish you knew yourself. I became under the impression she received the message, neither of us were fit to infatuate with the other. However, she still met me that afternoon in the park. She still approached me in her most vulnerable character. Hi, i’m J- I know who you are. I always have. I know you biblically and genetically alike. I know your mother’s maiden name, and the reason for your scar. What I don’t understand is, why me? Quiet response, scared. Vulnerable. Scarred. I wish I knew myself like you know me.

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Aug 6, 2010

Aug 6, 2010 at 2:40 PM UTC

janet-elizabeth-simpson

Exes and ohs (part three)

I had no intention of causing any more harm than she had done to herself, which became the catalyst for a series of letters. Pages upon pages of observations, one more prominent than the others; You wish you knew me like I wish you knew yourself. I became under the impression she received the message, neither of us were fit to infatuate with the other. However, she still met me that afternoon in the park. She still approached me in her most vulnerable character. Hi, i’m J- I know who you are. I always have. I know you biblically and genetically alike. I know your mother’s maiden name, and the reason for your scar. What I don’t understand is, why me? Quiet response, scared. Vulnerable. Scarred. I wish I knew myself like you know me.

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a pretty ****** job being an elephant.... i remember walking home, being asked by two Polaks to open my mouth, subsequently being spat on, while closing my mouth... am i nationalistic... i'm hybird... i find the monochromatic culture a... nausea... ugh... head over heels when it comes to anticipating the next N.A.S.A. project. the country of my birth... and they give me nothing but contempt to supposit the faking of loving.... what equates to merely strangers. what broke the camels' back? being naive as a child to open my mouth... getting a saliva exchange... England was no better... both nations deserve to be laughed at. or as a child might infatuate: **** you both! i don't like to be spat on... as i don't like to be deemed illegal... now take your **** and **** off... to wherever you picked him from! and stay there! ****** you wanna fight?! i wanna fight! i'm ******* itching for a fight! i don't care if i lose... i'm itching!

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Nov 12, 2018

Nov 12, 2018 at 11:00 PM UTC

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a distinct memory from my childhood

a pretty ****** job being an elephant.... i remember walking home, being asked by two Polaks to open my mouth, subsequently being spat on, while closing my mouth... am i nationalistic... i'm hybird... i find the monochromatic culture a... nausea... ugh... head over heels when it comes to anticipating the next N.A.S.A. project. the country of my birth... and they give me nothing but contempt to supposit the faking of loving.... what equates to merely strangers. what broke the camels' back? being naive as a child to open my mouth... getting a saliva exchange... England was no better... both nations deserve to be laughed at. or as a child might infatuate: **** you both! i don't like to be spat on... as i don't like to be deemed illegal... now take your **** and **** off... to wherever you picked him from! and stay there! ****** you wanna fight?! i wanna fight! i'm ******* itching for a fight! i don't care if i lose... i'm itching!

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Let your craving make you my Eros, And let it make me your indulging Aphrodite, In the mountains of the paradise, let sensuality electrify. Let me submerge into your spell, And let your toxic fingers trail through my swells, And in the dawn, let all my secrets tell. Let me bathe in your sunshine Let your temptation hang on my lips when I smile. And in the morning, let the flush on my cheeks stay a while. Let me braid my body into your touch, Let your addiction curl me and get me undone And in those thirsty afternoons, let the sheets cover our blush. Let me long for your touch, And let your aroma infatuate my pores And in those lavish nights, let my frail body render to yours. Let your gaze rip through my skin, And in my fantasies you will be my Olympus king Let me be a shameless prisoner of your lips. Let your gentle taste ignite my hips And make my blood shiver when we move to the pulse of your kiss And in the moonlight, let me bathe in your sins. Let your insatiable desire make you my Adam, And let it make me your poisonous Eve, Let’s stay in the Gardens of Eden, in an eternity intertwined. AM

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Aug 5, 2016

Aug 5, 2016 at 12:32 PM UTC

Let your craving make you my Eros, And let it make me your indulging Aphrodite, In the mountains of the paradise, let sensuality electrify. Let me submerge into your spell, And let your toxic fingers trail through my swells, And in the dawn, let all my secrets tell. Let me bathe in your sunshine Let your temptation hang on my lips when I smile. And in the morning, let the flush on my cheeks stay a while. Let me braid my body into your touch, Let your addiction curl me and get me undone And in those thirsty afternoons, let the sheets cover our blush. Let me long for your touch, And let your aroma infatuate my pores And in those lavish nights, let my frail body render to yours. Let your gaze rip through my skin, And in my fantasies you will be my Olympus king Let me be a shameless prisoner of your lips. Let your gentle taste ignite my hips And make my blood shiver when we move to the pulse of your kiss And in the moonlight, let me bathe in your sins. Let your insatiable desire make you my Adam, And let it make me your poisonous Eve, Let’s stay in the Gardens of Eden, in an eternity intertwined. AM

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You extinguished my hopes, and you shattered the bones protecting my heart. You single handedly ripped the breath from my lungs saturating every atom with your presence. I suppose though it's okay that you hurt me because life isn't always fair. And the ones we love don't always infatuate themselves into us in the alikeness in which we did to them.

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Jan 16, 2015

Jan 16, 2015 at 10:31 PM UTC

You extinguished my hopes, and you shattered the bones protecting my heart. You single handedly ripped the breath from my lungs saturating every atom with your presence. I suppose though it's okay that you hurt me because life isn't always fair. And the ones we love don't always infatuate themselves into us in the alikeness in which we did to them.

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