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"insensual" poems
The parking lot beeps know how to creep, Creating the jingle and jangle That hit her with the smooth cutting angle, The rhymes and the wishes Intruding her like the farmer farming fishes, Pound and slit until she can’t fully handle, With strength in her arms burning out like the candle Once lit as her ribs crunch from the pull of the mador, Crushing her with Frankenstein's failure far greater, Her eyes missed more misinterpretation Of her admission with intense hallucination, While the divorce of her lighter burns the constrained homicide, Although it didn’t stem from her sister’s suicide, Contradiction? She’d say it was an addiction, Death isn't what she grew up to fear, What’s that? There’s more despair? Is it the systemic collapse that she can’t bear? Trunks click open with a cluster of blunts, Puffing the herb anytime she wants, Insanity spawns a circumstantial sport, Which she crystallized quenching some support, From the bubble of her family she couldn't help but pop, While begging the janitor to mop The puddle of horrific insensual Desires that end up so sensual, Sprinting to the finish line in her own ordeal pace, Winning an irreplaceable Prize for finishing in fifth place, The doppelganger can’t even comment On the records of her CD retching as she continues to ***** There she blows before you know, ‘Tis no way they could tiptoe Around this drear deep-end **********
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Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 2:08 PM UTC
Shusshins
Transgender Offender
The parking lot beeps know how to creep, Creating the jingle and jangle That hit her with the smooth cutting angle, The rhymes and the wishes Intruding her like the farmer farming fishes, Pound and slit until she can’t fully handle, With strength in her arms burning out like the candle Once lit as her ribs crunch from the pull of the mador, Crushing her with Frankenstein's failure far greater, Her eyes missed more misinterpretation Of her admission with intense hallucination, While the divorce of her lighter burns the constrained homicide, Although it didn’t stem from her sister’s suicide, Contradiction? She’d say it was an addiction, Death isn't what she grew up to fear, What’s that? There’s more despair? Is it the systemic collapse that she can’t bear? Trunks click open with a cluster of blunts, Puffing the herb anytime she wants, Insanity spawns a circumstantial sport, Which she crystallized quenching some support, From the bubble of her family she couldn't help but pop, While begging the janitor to mop The puddle of horrific insensual Desires that end up so sensual, Sprinting to the finish line in her own ordeal pace, Winning an irreplaceable Prize for finishing in fifth place, The doppelganger can’t even comment On the records of her CD retching as she continues to ***** There she blows before you know, ‘Tis no way they could tiptoe Around this drear deep-end **********
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I feel as if I’ve dreamt for years but I’ve hardly slept a wink. A tired heart while childhood fears Come back to haunt me as my lonely eyes have managed just to blink. An insensual aroma awakening my hope, Long since hiding in the hibernating slumbers of my mind, Escaping from the fear my every memory will evoke, As the lover deep within me seeks to evade the world that me they hope it will not find. I cling closer to my every breath, Growing heavier with the passing days, As an augur gust of pain with the crushing sound of death, Leaves me abandoned in the loneliest depths of my trepidation’s crashing waves.   Has all the beauty this time has brought me, Been left away so many miles, And I am wondering if it will ever see so clearly, That this distance our true love it will beguile.
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Apr 2, 2012
Apr 2, 2012 at 8:54 PM UTC
paige-wright
Seeking Truth
I feel as if I’ve dreamt for years but I’ve hardly slept a wink. A tired heart while childhood fears Come back to haunt me as my lonely eyes have managed just to blink. An insensual aroma awakening my hope, Long since hiding in the hibernating slumbers of my mind, Escaping from the fear my every memory will evoke, As the lover deep within me seeks to evade the world that me they hope it will not find. I cling closer to my every breath, Growing heavier with the passing days, As an augur gust of pain with the crushing sound of death, Leaves me abandoned in the loneliest depths of my trepidation’s crashing waves.   Has all the beauty this time has brought me, Been left away so many miles, And I am wondering if it will ever see so clearly, That this distance our true love it will beguile.
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