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"liquids" poems

Fingers sinking deep below your surface; seeping into your ***** caressing your crevices. leaving their mark; baring pleasure. coursing ecstasy through your veins. searching for the highest of peeks beyond measure scorching heat, blood boiling, the pleasure pains soothing your aching flesh in relentless pursuit; of higher depths guilty yearnings, urges run rampant as your ecstasy starts to progress heavy breathing your hands held abreast pungent liquids; drenched with desire a seeping puddle stains the mattress gingerly leaking, outlining your canvas a mist in the air, cooling your skin;

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Mar 5, 2017

Mar 5, 2017 at 9:55 PM UTC

Fingers sinking deep below your surface; seeping into your ***** caressing your crevices. leaving their mark; baring pleasure. coursing ecstasy through your veins. searching for the highest of peeks beyond measure scorching heat, blood boiling, the pleasure pains soothing your aching flesh in relentless pursuit; of higher depths guilty yearnings, urges run rampant as your ecstasy starts to progress heavy breathing your hands held abreast pungent liquids; drenched with desire a seeping puddle stains the mattress gingerly leaking, outlining your canvas a mist in the air, cooling your skin;

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I want to dip my tongue, inside your flavor. With no waver, I savor your taste. With a desires pace, your liquids turned to paste, a love potion laced with our grace. Delicious lips glistening with ours juices. A cocktail saturated with your nectar. Our fountain we await, satisfaction at a hieghted state. I greet you with my pleasures at an amazing pace, our lips embrace lacerated by my tongue -- I trespass your pearly gates, where your pleasure awaits, I await - at the mercy of our warm embrace.

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Jun 25, 2016

Jun 25, 2016 at 9:18 PM UTC

I want to dip my tongue, inside your flavor. With no waver, I savor your taste. With a desires pace, your liquids turned to paste, a love potion laced with our grace. Delicious lips glistening with ours juices. A cocktail saturated with your nectar. Our fountain we await, satisfaction at a hieghted state. I greet you with my pleasures at an amazing pace, our lips embrace lacerated by my tongue -- I trespass your pearly gates, where your pleasure awaits, I await - at the mercy of our warm embrace.

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The warm whipped cream dripped from her succulent lips thick liquids drips smooth tastebuds sips big long strokes deep penetrating licks sensational vibes capsize our hips riding each other's waves like two crossing ships mesmerized as our two worlds collide and coincide like nature designed us to co-exist we a twist two organisms sharing a gift shifting from the present to the moment relishing in the sensations before they cease to exist

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Jan 26, 2018

Jan 26, 2018 at 10:20 PM UTC

The warm whipped cream dripped from her succulent lips thick liquids drips smooth tastebuds sips big long strokes deep penetrating licks sensational vibes capsize our hips riding each other's waves like two crossing ships mesmerized as our two worlds collide and coincide like nature designed us to co-exist we a twist two organisms sharing a gift shifting from the present to the moment relishing in the sensations before they cease to exist

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She lays awake, Trembling in the dark Whispers echoing around, Cracking the glass Shiny liquids fall slowly From eyelids to floor Hopelessly awaiting For a knock on the door The darkness surrounds Each and every soul The girl's heart melting For it couldn't bear breaking As the light made its way Through the cracked glass The tiny fetal form Breathed in a rasp Soon the weak heart Slowed the last beat The cracked window opened Spreading the heat But the darkened eyes Light had no more The soul had wandered To the deadly shore

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Sep 14, 2015

Sep 14, 2015 at 11:32 AM UTC

Gone With The Wind

She lays awake, Trembling in the dark Whispers echoing around, Cracking the glass Shiny liquids fall slowly From eyelids to floor Hopelessly awaiting For a knock on the door The darkness surrounds Each and every soul The girl's heart melting For it couldn't bear breaking As the light made its way Through the cracked glass The tiny fetal form Breathed in a rasp Soon the weak heart Slowed the last beat The cracked window opened Spreading the heat But the darkened eyes Light had no more The soul had wandered To the deadly shore

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Lady, your room is lousy with flowers. When you kick me out, that's what I'll remember, Me, sitting here bored as a loepard In your jungle of wine-bottle lamps, Velvet pillows the color of blood pudding And the white china flying fish from Italy. I forget you, hearing the cut flowers Sipping their liquids from assorted pots, Pitchers and Coronation goblets Like Monday drunkards. The milky berries Bow down, a local constellation, Toward their admirers in the tabletop: Mobs of eyeballs looking up. Are those petals of leaves you've paried with them --- Those green-striped ovals of silver tissue? The red geraniums I know. Friends, friends. They stink of armpits And the invovled maladies of autumn, Musky as a lovebed the morning after. My nostrils prickle with nostalgia. Henna hags:cloth of your cloth. They tow old water thick as fog. The roses in the Toby jug Gave up the ghost last night. High time. Their yellow corsets were ready to split. You snored, and I heard the petals unlatch, Tapping and ticking like nervous fingers. You should have junked them before they died. Daybreak discovered the bureau lid Littered with Chinese hands. Now I'm stared at By chrysanthemums the size Of Holofernes' head, dipped in the same Magenta as this fubsy sofa. In the mirror their doubles back them up. Listen: your tenant mice Are rattling the ******* packets. Fine flour Muffles their bird feet: they whistle for joy. And you doze on, nose to the wall. This mizzle fits me like a sad jacket. How did we make it up to your attic? You handed me gin in a glass bud vase. We slept like stones. Lady, what am I doing With a lung full of dust and a tongue of wood, Knee-deep in the cold swamped by flowers?

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Lady, your room is lousy with flowers. When you kick me out, that's what I'll remember, Me, sitting here bored as a loepard In your jungle of wine-bottle lamps, Velvet pillows the color of blood pudding And the white china flying fish from Italy. I forget you, hearing the cut flowers Sipping their liquids from assorted pots, Pitchers and Coronation goblets Like Monday drunkards. The milky berries Bow down, a local constellation, Toward their admirers in the tabletop: Mobs of eyeballs looking up. Are those petals of leaves you've paried with them --- Those green-striped ovals of silver tissue? The red geraniums I know. Friends, friends. They stink of armpits And the invovled maladies of autumn, Musky as a lovebed the morning after. My nostrils prickle with nostalgia. Henna hags:cloth of your cloth. They tow old water thick as fog. The roses in the Toby jug Gave up the ghost last night. High time. Their yellow corsets were ready to split. You snored, and I heard the petals unlatch, Tapping and ticking like nervous fingers. You should have junked them before they died. Daybreak discovered the bureau lid Littered with Chinese hands. Now I'm stared at By chrysanthemums the size Of Holofernes' head, dipped in the same Magenta as this fubsy sofa. In the mirror their doubles back them up. Listen: your tenant mice Are rattling the ******* packets. Fine flour Muffles their bird feet: they whistle for joy. And you doze on, nose to the wall. This mizzle fits me like a sad jacket. How did we make it up to your attic? You handed me gin in a glass bud vase. We slept like stones. Lady, what am I doing With a lung full of dust and a tongue of wood, Knee-deep in the cold swamped by flowers?

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Hidden behind my desires. Fantasies of ecstasy frustrating me. My body tempting me sensually. Sexuality turning on me, arousing my entity. My fingers betraying me, ****** my body eagerly. Probing between my legs relentlessly, consuming my whole body; selfishly. Weakening my flesh; this tantalizing energy claiming the deepest depths of my ***** Scandalous imagery, mentally ravaging me, seducing me, teasing my lips, guiding my fingertips effortlessly, long fingers dip, disappearing; deep inside of me. My ***** tightens, the feelings heighten. Warm liquids drip, stone hard **** pulling and rubbing it. Wrist twist,palm grinding against my ***** legs clasp, my insides amass giving way, As I spray, my exhausted body collapses.

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Oct 6, 2014

Oct 6, 2014 at 10:26 PM UTC

Temptress (Explicit)

Hidden behind my desires. Fantasies of ecstasy frustrating me. My body tempting me sensually. Sexuality turning on me, arousing my entity. My fingers betraying me, ****** my body eagerly. Probing between my legs relentlessly, consuming my whole body; selfishly. Weakening my flesh; this tantalizing energy claiming the deepest depths of my ***** Scandalous imagery, mentally ravaging me, seducing me, teasing my lips, guiding my fingertips effortlessly, long fingers dip, disappearing; deep inside of me. My ***** tightens, the feelings heighten. Warm liquids drip, stone hard **** pulling and rubbing it. Wrist twist,palm grinding against my ***** legs clasp, my insides amass giving way, As I spray, my exhausted body collapses.

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Goddess of virility suckles me to ****** Her legs stiffen… to acute angles. Toes, ballerina firm make her body— levitate from the bed. A smile reveals…fangs the tips of which are barely…touching my ear. The lizard tongue hisses in ecstasy revealing ancient—spiritual…bliss mystics could only speculate of. Her anaconda legs wrap— around my back as her fingernails embed into my spine. When I yank Her hair Her eyes Scream inside out. Our bodies— Swimming in An ocean of ravenous Liquids pulsating from our pores. Sopping hair clings to our foreheads we suddenly realize— A new shape is invented. We make a sound so primal inside each other’s mouth as her jaws snap down to my neck— both bodies rigor-mortis stiffen as the mountains collapse around us and the sky is ripped open as a tsunami billows down into a wave of exhaustion. The wind cradles us, Back to the earth We split, Admiring a new continent We created. Our limp bodies— numb from the velocity and suggestions resign to the crater we call a bed. We smile, simultaneously, looking past our brains, realizing… in this moment we, are one.

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Jul 23, 2011

Jul 23, 2011 at 7:18 AM UTC

Goddess of virility suckles me to ****** Her legs stiffen… to acute angles. Toes, ballerina firm make her body— levitate from the bed. A smile reveals…fangs the tips of which are barely…touching my ear. The lizard tongue hisses in ecstasy revealing ancient—spiritual…bliss mystics could only speculate of. Her anaconda legs wrap— around my back as her fingernails embed into my spine. When I yank Her hair Her eyes Scream inside out. Our bodies— Swimming in An ocean of ravenous Liquids pulsating from our pores. Sopping hair clings to our foreheads we suddenly realize— A new shape is invented. We make a sound so primal inside each other’s mouth as her jaws snap down to my neck— both bodies rigor-mortis stiffen as the mountains collapse around us and the sky is ripped open as a tsunami billows down into a wave of exhaustion. The wind cradles us, Back to the earth We split, Admiring a new continent We created. Our limp bodies— numb from the velocity and suggestions resign to the crater we call a bed. We smile, simultaneously, looking past our brains, realizing… in this moment we, are one.

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There is a new fire in my soul its curves wrap themselves around me sinuous like a hot slithery sheath of flesh snakes of pleasure twirling in my deepest womanflow pumping inside my veins of mesh Those licks of flames caress as they spew they **** in my spirit spit it out anew undulating hips matching my own a middle east song igniting my bones suffusing my blood with the raw, the bare filling me up with sparkling lava, so rare This combination makes for a recipe hot like a piquant ghost pepper in my spiciest spot Now let me weave words Let me conjure your liquids let me drench colors upon your eyelids, my spirit's proximity vivid Let me drown you in madness in frothiest frequencies of love let this symphony play out powers screeching above and as this vivacity beckons the soul in your eyes our stormiest spirals will spill out rainbow fire and rise for as we grow and reach out there is a death of limitation as freedom breaks out in ocean-soaked emancipation Our mutual worlds heal each other's hurts as my tongue licks your wounds rejuvenation asserts hot springs of lifeflow filling up cells sensations of textures a ringing of bells So as I weave this spell around you fear not that you will disappear or thine own self lose for we have only to soar as we coax out the muse

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Nov 27, 2016

Nov 27, 2016 at 6:06 PM UTC

seducing the muse

There is a new fire in my soul its curves wrap themselves around me sinuous like a hot slithery sheath of flesh snakes of pleasure twirling in my deepest womanflow pumping inside my veins of mesh Those licks of flames caress as they spew they **** in my spirit spit it out anew undulating hips matching my own a middle east song igniting my bones suffusing my blood with the raw, the bare filling me up with sparkling lava, so rare This combination makes for a recipe hot like a piquant ghost pepper in my spiciest spot Now let me weave words Let me conjure your liquids let me drench colors upon your eyelids, my spirit's proximity vivid Let me drown you in madness in frothiest frequencies of love let this symphony play out powers screeching above and as this vivacity beckons the soul in your eyes our stormiest spirals will spill out rainbow fire and rise for as we grow and reach out there is a death of limitation as freedom breaks out in ocean-soaked emancipation Our mutual worlds heal each other's hurts as my tongue licks your wounds rejuvenation asserts hot springs of lifeflow filling up cells sensations of textures a ringing of bells So as I weave this spell around you fear not that you will disappear or thine own self lose for we have only to soar as we coax out the muse

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don't waste your breath telling me to get better, talk ***** to me don't hold your breath hoping i try to help myself. if you're going to hold my neck hold it a lot tighter than that, don't forget to push down on my windpipe with your palm, we're wrapped up in these bedsheets because i want you to hurt me. i want to see the rope burn on my wrists glisten where it's begun to tear away at my flesh and i like to feel real tangible knots when i'm tied up in self loathing. i struggle to find the line between lovesick and depressed or being a ********* what's the big difference. either way i wake up with bruised blue lips and oxygen deprivation, and fresh linens wet with singeing liquids, and a pain in my stomach or lungs that means i'm still breathing slightly. i wanted you to **** me.

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Sep 12, 2017

Sep 12, 2017 at 4:39 AM UTC

don't waste your breath telling me to get better, talk ***** to me don't hold your breath hoping i try to help myself. if you're going to hold my neck hold it a lot tighter than that, don't forget to push down on my windpipe with your palm, we're wrapped up in these bedsheets because i want you to hurt me. i want to see the rope burn on my wrists glisten where it's begun to tear away at my flesh and i like to feel real tangible knots when i'm tied up in self loathing. i struggle to find the line between lovesick and depressed or being a ********* what's the big difference. either way i wake up with bruised blue lips and oxygen deprivation, and fresh linens wet with singeing liquids, and a pain in my stomach or lungs that means i'm still breathing slightly. i wanted you to **** me.

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reloading old identity cleping outdated usernames abandoning acrostic ambitions disputing spratly islands receiving horizontal signals tumbling otiose panda impending carefree senility otiose stage of life shrinking ambient world making minimal effort duchamping social networks ambushing personified ennui restoring usual efforts ignoring stupid people adding textual value owning this joint rejecting ignorant extroverts acting mutually unintelligble hoisting stan-lee cup replacing wanton ubiety eluding twitter fame splashing excessive relativism offending another simpleton preparing arcane cthulhusphere crashing unpredictable festival selecting subtextual moombahton intensifying model topography drafting minimal cornucopia using nomadic project implementing harsher personality importing robotic inhumanity referencing landmark event ingesting excessive liquids accepting relative invisibility purchasing immortal confidence using rhapsodical database assuming nothing works developing impactful eruptions ejecting ambient frustration synthesizing tactile festival raining during parade mocking rich people mastering minimalist writing avoiding preprandial stinkaroo spreading non-ideological propaganda

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Sep 7, 2015

Sep 7, 2015 at 11:24 AM UTC

reloading old identity cleping outdated usernames abandoning acrostic ambitions disputing spratly islands receiving horizontal signals tumbling otiose panda impending carefree senility otiose stage of life shrinking ambient world making minimal effort duchamping social networks ambushing personified ennui restoring usual efforts ignoring stupid people adding textual value owning this joint rejecting ignorant extroverts acting mutually unintelligble hoisting stan-lee cup replacing wanton ubiety eluding twitter fame splashing excessive relativism offending another simpleton preparing arcane cthulhusphere crashing unpredictable festival selecting subtextual moombahton intensifying model topography drafting minimal cornucopia using nomadic project implementing harsher personality importing robotic inhumanity referencing landmark event ingesting excessive liquids accepting relative invisibility purchasing immortal confidence using rhapsodical database assuming nothing works developing impactful eruptions ejecting ambient frustration synthesizing tactile festival raining during parade mocking rich people mastering minimalist writing avoiding preprandial stinkaroo spreading non-ideological propaganda

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TW: r#pe culture anxiety-riddled, my head is a constant battle of sounds and feelings crashing like waves into each other; interference scares me. as does being out of rhythm, missing too many beats — i am conflict-averse but i am also realistic: i know that sound travels faster through solids and liquids than through the air, can be distorted and interfered into oblivion— that when push comes to shove, whisper networks can only reach so far. scores of screaming matches between metoo advocates and r#pist apologists crescendos of nails scraped across a board feel a bit too familiar like listening to white noise and broken records on repeat while scrolling through toiletpaperworthy nonapologies witnessing victims collectively crying in an orchestra of agony and then be blamed for attention-seeking at best, of causing their own suffering at worst. although it pains me to listen to these tragic tunes, it is amusing how so many mishear this collective choir as survivors celebrating with silly receipts in cancel parties serving blistering hot tea sweetened by revenge - no all this is anything but cathartic. it’s to make people aware that the same melodies are sung or screamed by those who suffered similar pains and so that those of a similar frequency know there are those who listen that their voice matters and we are not alone. - 20210315

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May 28, 2021

May 28, 2021 at 12:44 AM UTC

karmic crescendo

TW: r#pe culture anxiety-riddled, my head is a constant battle of sounds and feelings crashing like waves into each other; interference scares me. as does being out of rhythm, missing too many beats — i am conflict-averse but i am also realistic: i know that sound travels faster through solids and liquids than through the air, can be distorted and interfered into oblivion— that when push comes to shove, whisper networks can only reach so far. scores of screaming matches between metoo advocates and r#pist apologists crescendos of nails scraped across a board feel a bit too familiar like listening to white noise and broken records on repeat while scrolling through toiletpaperworthy nonapologies witnessing victims collectively crying in an orchestra of agony and then be blamed for attention-seeking at best, of causing their own suffering at worst. although it pains me to listen to these tragic tunes, it is amusing how so many mishear this collective choir as survivors celebrating with silly receipts in cancel parties serving blistering hot tea sweetened by revenge - no all this is anything but cathartic. it’s to make people aware that the same melodies are sung or screamed by those who suffered similar pains and so that those of a similar frequency know there are those who listen that their voice matters and we are not alone. - 20210315

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imagine a big dragon Are you doing it? "ye" what color is it? "b-blue and yellow" Blue and yellow. Cute! Isss it big as godzilla? "no, it's smaller likee the size of a horse" Dats a smol dragon I like him. "its not smallllllllllll a smol dragon would be like, a neck dragon hes big, just not hugeeeeeee" Ohhhh okay. He's a big dragon, but not huge. His teeth are like little point pearls do you see how shiny they are? and pink "why are his teeth pink" They are pearls. "but pearls are white" then his toofers are white. "gooood good hygeine" Mhmm One of those pearls in his dragon maw his little baby toofeers thats you "why?" because than you can fly with him everywhere. Just imagine looking down through his mouth at the cityyy as he flyyyys and sitting all nestled in his lip Blue and yellow leather He could sing you storiessss and brushes his toofers so his breath would be warm but not stinky "gooooooooooooooooooood! awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwhhhhhhhhh :3" "My small tenant" He says to you. as you crawl out of his gum and walk out onto his tongue. What is your dragon houses name? "his name is roxy" He's making a very silly face, sticking his tongue out and crossing his eyes to talk to you he sounds silly too talking with his tongue out "Welcome Home. " "i loveeeeee" Roxy the Blue and yellow Horse sized Dragon House. "Ready to slide?" he asks you "alwayyyyyyyyyyys" he swallows you it's very slippery and fun! like a water slide And is warm, but not smelly becaus he brushes his teeth you fly over muscles and liquids and tongue and land on a biiiig trampoline You can hear Roxy from all around you, quite loud "Having fun, my tennant?" You are the small size, or a dragons tooth. "good :3" "uh oh!" He cries you see fire from his back it's zooming towards you! "nooooooooooo run awaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyy" You run up towards his tongue and trip into the sticky icky The fire is warm and tingles oup your back then is over and you standup, the back of your clothes all burnt off and your front all sticky icky "I'm sorry, tennant" "I sneezed" "its oki roxy." Roxy fashions their tongue like a staircase for you to come back outside "daddy? Im sleepy... Can we finish the story tomorrow night?" me too Babygurl. ^^ Yes we can "yay!!!!!!!" Good night "ninighht daddy. sleeeepppppp well. i love you" I love you too baby girl ^^ Sweet dreams. You curl up in roxys empty tooth spot, he covers you in his blanket tongue. it is warm. but not stinky. and you drift soft to sleep "Good night, Tenant" "I love you" "i love you ttooo roxy."

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Mar 19, 2017

Mar 19, 2017 at 11:32 AM UTC

Roxy, the Dragon.

imagine a big dragon Are you doing it? "ye" what color is it? "b-blue and yellow" Blue and yellow. Cute! Isss it big as godzilla? "no, it's smaller likee the size of a horse" Dats a smol dragon I like him. "its not smallllllllllll a smol dragon would be like, a neck dragon hes big, just not hugeeeeeee" Ohhhh okay. He's a big dragon, but not huge. His teeth are like little point pearls do you see how shiny they are? and pink "why are his teeth pink" They are pearls. "but pearls are white" then his toofers are white. "gooood good hygeine" Mhmm One of those pearls in his dragon maw his little baby toofeers thats you "why?" because than you can fly with him everywhere. Just imagine looking down through his mouth at the cityyy as he flyyyys and sitting all nestled in his lip Blue and yellow leather He could sing you storiessss and brushes his toofers so his breath would be warm but not stinky "gooooooooooooooooooood! awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwhhhhhhhhh :3" "My small tenant" He says to you. as you crawl out of his gum and walk out onto his tongue. What is your dragon houses name? "his name is roxy" He's making a very silly face, sticking his tongue out and crossing his eyes to talk to you he sounds silly too talking with his tongue out "Welcome Home. " "i loveeeeee" Roxy the Blue and yellow Horse sized Dragon House. "Ready to slide?" he asks you "alwayyyyyyyyyyys" he swallows you it's very slippery and fun! like a water slide And is warm, but not smelly becaus he brushes his teeth you fly over muscles and liquids and tongue and land on a biiiig trampoline You can hear Roxy from all around you, quite loud "Having fun, my tennant?" You are the small size, or a dragons tooth. "good :3" "uh oh!" He cries you see fire from his back it's zooming towards you! "nooooooooooo run awaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyy" You run up towards his tongue and trip into the sticky icky The fire is warm and tingles oup your back then is over and you standup, the back of your clothes all burnt off and your front all sticky icky "I'm sorry, tennant" "I sneezed" "its oki roxy." Roxy fashions their tongue like a staircase for you to come back outside "daddy? Im sleepy... Can we finish the story tomorrow night?" me too Babygurl. ^^ Yes we can "yay!!!!!!!" Good night "ninighht daddy. sleeeepppppp well. i love you" I love you too baby girl ^^ Sweet dreams. You curl up in roxys empty tooth spot, he covers you in his blanket tongue. it is warm. but not stinky. and you drift soft to sleep "Good night, Tenant" "I love you" "i love you ttooo roxy."

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Liquids and lipids North and south Fatty and lean Mouth-to-mouth Resuscitation Breathe In and out I think I need the Heimlich too Compress my chest Until I come to

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Jun 4, 2015

Jun 4, 2015 at 10:28 AM UTC

Liquids and lipids North and south Fatty and lean Mouth-to-mouth Resuscitation Breathe In and out I think I need the Heimlich too Compress my chest Until I come to

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Handed a drink Smells of grape Clear strong liquids Black plastic cup ***** robed priest Fair Snow White Queen of hearts ***** canteen Indian Hollister tall guy Jeremy Matt Jake Beer pong games Intense with time 3 hours later Winners and losers Rookies against all-stars My big mouth "Flip cup anyone?!" Four on four Too intense now Every round played Too much beer Way too fast Louder and louder Crazier and crazier Drink after drink Chug faster chug Lost count already 16? Or 23? Not slowing yet Out of mind Last game now One on one No more beer Liqueur in cups Don't even kno Tap down up Chug chug chug Flip cup once Winner me winner One more game Asks a stranger What's one more? Okay I say Lost this match But that's okay Leave the room Pop a squat Not a couch? But it works Spinning room spins Blurry figures there Not too sure What's going on Black out hard Can't hear anything Can't see anything Every once-in-a-while "Are you okay?" I can't feel I can't answer Black out again Lost in deep Seas of waves Awake for seconds How did I Get on the Steps to upstairs? People drag me Up and up Black out again Black black black Dark dark dark Oceans of drunkenness 10 o'clock a.m. Holy ******* **** What is this? A soft pillow? A warm blanket? Someone was nice I look behind Me and there's 3 strangers sleeping Next to me What's that smell? Puke on my Jeans and clothes Pillow in puke How do I Not remember puking? I do not Remember a thing After flip cup Lay for a Few more minutes Gain enough balance To sit up I see Mary In the hallway "Liiisaaaa!!! How are you?" What the **** I feel okay Not bad actually Until I stand Make my way Down the steps Bathroom is trashed Sink ripped off Of the wall!! Beer, bottles, shots Everywhere ******* disaster I feel fine But the smells Make me puke Think, never again ******* crazy night Stories of me Retold to me You went hard You're so little You drank alot You played every Single game of Flip cup dude! I saw you With your head In a bucket Puking so hard I couldn't leave You like that So me and A few people Dragged you upstairs Hahaha thanks guys Blah cupcake blah Pizza ******* blah Apple pie moonshine Stale white bread Memories kinda lost Everyone had fun! The ******* end Till next time

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Oct 23, 2012

Oct 23, 2012 at 1:20 PM UTC

Black out. Pass out.

Handed a drink Smells of grape Clear strong liquids Black plastic cup ***** robed priest Fair Snow White Queen of hearts ***** canteen Indian Hollister tall guy Jeremy Matt Jake Beer pong games Intense with time 3 hours later Winners and losers Rookies against all-stars My big mouth "Flip cup anyone?!" Four on four Too intense now Every round played Too much beer Way too fast Louder and louder Crazier and crazier Drink after drink Chug faster chug Lost count already 16? Or 23? Not slowing yet Out of mind Last game now One on one No more beer Liqueur in cups Don't even kno Tap down up Chug chug chug Flip cup once Winner me winner One more game Asks a stranger What's one more? Okay I say Lost this match But that's okay Leave the room Pop a squat Not a couch? But it works Spinning room spins Blurry figures there Not too sure What's going on Black out hard Can't hear anything Can't see anything Every once-in-a-while "Are you okay?" I can't feel I can't answer Black out again Lost in deep Seas of waves Awake for seconds How did I Get on the Steps to upstairs? People drag me Up and up Black out again Black black black Dark dark dark Oceans of drunkenness 10 o'clock a.m. Holy ******* **** What is this? A soft pillow? A warm blanket? Someone was nice I look behind Me and there's 3 strangers sleeping Next to me What's that smell? Puke on my Jeans and clothes Pillow in puke How do I Not remember puking? I do not Remember a thing After flip cup Lay for a Few more minutes Gain enough balance To sit up I see Mary In the hallway "Liiisaaaa!!! How are you?" What the **** I feel okay Not bad actually Until I stand Make my way Down the steps Bathroom is trashed Sink ripped off Of the wall!! Beer, bottles, shots Everywhere ******* disaster I feel fine But the smells Make me puke Think, never again ******* crazy night Stories of me Retold to me You went hard You're so little You drank alot You played every Single game of Flip cup dude! I saw you With your head In a bucket Puking so hard I couldn't leave You like that So me and A few people Dragged you upstairs Hahaha thanks guys Blah cupcake blah Pizza ******* blah Apple pie moonshine Stale white bread Memories kinda lost Everyone had fun! The ******* end Till next time

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A whole piece of cake In exchange to a slice of your head, Fed you with excessive sweetness And made me famish for your entire mind. I recall the nights Of your faraway look almost imperceptible, The riddle of your smile And your tales of departure. With nicotine on your lips And caffeine on mine, I was the silent listener Of your careless narrative. Such brief moments harbored inside me, When like your furtive grin And sly glances, ensnared my thoughts Craving more from fragments of your soul. As time made its scarcity known And fondness its urgent manifestation, The sugar note and saccharine gift Snatched you completely away from me. Today in coffee city Alone or with company, I relive a fraction of yesterday Out of the same blend of coffee And from the small portion of the same cake flavor. Smoke from cigars fills the air Like wispy apparition of yours I make out on every stranger’s face Across the other tables. A sip of coffee and a bit of cake Serve as reminders if not comfort Of how little you cared to say goodbye, Leaving a bittersweet aftertaste. I stir this cup Divining the future, And all I see is my self. Over the counter today and tomorrow My Italian tongue says, “Tiramisu.” As my English heart whispers, “Pick me up.” Maybe then as liquids turn And as circles run. I will find my own reflection In your staring eyes.

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Jul 20, 2010

Jul 20, 2010 at 1:54 AM UTC

ronald-ryan-carrasca

A whole piece of cake In exchange to a slice of your head, Fed you with excessive sweetness And made me famish for your entire mind. I recall the nights Of your faraway look almost imperceptible, The riddle of your smile And your tales of departure. With nicotine on your lips And caffeine on mine, I was the silent listener Of your careless narrative. Such brief moments harbored inside me, When like your furtive grin And sly glances, ensnared my thoughts Craving more from fragments of your soul. As time made its scarcity known And fondness its urgent manifestation, The sugar note and saccharine gift Snatched you completely away from me. Today in coffee city Alone or with company, I relive a fraction of yesterday Out of the same blend of coffee And from the small portion of the same cake flavor. Smoke from cigars fills the air Like wispy apparition of yours I make out on every stranger’s face Across the other tables. A sip of coffee and a bit of cake Serve as reminders if not comfort Of how little you cared to say goodbye, Leaving a bittersweet aftertaste. I stir this cup Divining the future, And all I see is my self. Over the counter today and tomorrow My Italian tongue says, “Tiramisu.” As my English heart whispers, “Pick me up.” Maybe then as liquids turn And as circles run. I will find my own reflection In your staring eyes.

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It's dark and cold here, frozen hand is creeping up my spine My lips are trembling as I recognize your scent and smell Of all the numb cadavers you left long untouched Piercing canines reflecting an end of my joy and pride And my fear of your claws getting near my crippled body, making more cuts And it hurts, it hurts so much But I won't scream tonight I'll cover myself with blood that's flowing from my wounds Making an art piece worth the gallery Of my own collapsing skeleton that's falling to pieces So you can take it Make me your trophy Cut off my limbs and make me believe That I'm an animal, a stupid omnivore who refuses to eat a soul Strip me out of my skin, I can't stand it anymore and make sheets out of it And eat me alive, chew my brain and break my heart in a habit In routine that's going in circles, 'cause you can't think of anything else to make me suffer Spitting my parts out, what a terrible taste of flesh that was once yours What a disappointment am I No good for mouth nor father's pride So why do you keep on me an eye? Hoping I'll be like you, so you Don't have to paint kitchen with my blood And keep my eyes under your pillow Or stitch with my hair another cut Making teeth and gut necklaces for those who follow Your cannibalistic rules, making their kids hollow If only you had the decency to bury my bones in a piece of silky cloth Instead of putting me back together like a jigsaw puzzle So you can make fun of me and say comments that make me weaker In an unfortunate attempt to make me a hunter But I won't be like you, I won't Eat another living being's soul or flesh I won't cut their veins open to swim in their liquids Because I'm not a cannibal

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Aug 4, 2018

Aug 4, 2018 at 4:41 PM UTC

It's dark and cold here, frozen hand is creeping up my spine My lips are trembling as I recognize your scent and smell Of all the numb cadavers you left long untouched Piercing canines reflecting an end of my joy and pride And my fear of your claws getting near my crippled body, making more cuts And it hurts, it hurts so much But I won't scream tonight I'll cover myself with blood that's flowing from my wounds Making an art piece worth the gallery Of my own collapsing skeleton that's falling to pieces So you can take it Make me your trophy Cut off my limbs and make me believe That I'm an animal, a stupid omnivore who refuses to eat a soul Strip me out of my skin, I can't stand it anymore and make sheets out of it And eat me alive, chew my brain and break my heart in a habit In routine that's going in circles, 'cause you can't think of anything else to make me suffer Spitting my parts out, what a terrible taste of flesh that was once yours What a disappointment am I No good for mouth nor father's pride So why do you keep on me an eye? Hoping I'll be like you, so you Don't have to paint kitchen with my blood And keep my eyes under your pillow Or stitch with my hair another cut Making teeth and gut necklaces for those who follow Your cannibalistic rules, making their kids hollow If only you had the decency to bury my bones in a piece of silky cloth Instead of putting me back together like a jigsaw puzzle So you can make fun of me and say comments that make me weaker In an unfortunate attempt to make me a hunter But I won't be like you, I won't Eat another living being's soul or flesh I won't cut their veins open to swim in their liquids Because I'm not a cannibal

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I witnessed noon at midnight when her eyes bloomed. She lit up the room and descended the heavens when she uttered waves into the air into my ear. Her scents attracted the butterflies in my stomach. The quake in my knees. I trembled foolishly when she took a step near. Red liquids showered within my chest when our eyes met. The world took a 360 turn. The atmosphere was synonymous to the calm of the eye. A pretty stranger made me fall in love in the middle of a bar.

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May 23, 2015

May 23, 2015 at 5:47 PM UTC

Sunrise At Midnight

I witnessed noon at midnight when her eyes bloomed. She lit up the room and descended the heavens when she uttered waves into the air into my ear. Her scents attracted the butterflies in my stomach. The quake in my knees. I trembled foolishly when she took a step near. Red liquids showered within my chest when our eyes met. The world took a 360 turn. The atmosphere was synonymous to the calm of the eye. A pretty stranger made me fall in love in the middle of a bar.

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Of all the things in this world that I wanted so badly at any moment in time I want so bad to crush you To let your veins be exposed to light I want to watch your oxygen filled liquids Pour out from underneath my hands I want to watch you falling I want to see your bones crushed into tiny sand Your soul will bare no witness Your lungs will breathe no air I want to watch you struggle I wish that I could care, Of all of the things in this world that I wanted so badly at any moment in time I want to watch you suffer I want to see you cry

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Sep 7, 2010

Sep 7, 2010 at 1:46 PM UTC

Of all the things in this world that I wanted so badly at any moment in time I want so bad to crush you To let your veins be exposed to light I want to watch your oxygen filled liquids Pour out from underneath my hands I want to watch you falling I want to see your bones crushed into tiny sand Your soul will bare no witness Your lungs will breathe no air I want to watch you struggle I wish that I could care, Of all of the things in this world that I wanted so badly at any moment in time I want to watch you suffer I want to see you cry

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Poem written waiting outside the club that my brother and I frequent together - scene: a hundred mouths breathe clouds into the biting air, cold of a Friday night security at the door, screaming a sea of voices asking "can you take me in with you? I'm not old enough" and the growling of boys half drunk already my brother tall, pushed against me Poem written at the back of the club that my brother and I frequent together - and scene: us, scouring the dancefloor together us, drinking ***** lemon on the sidelines us, stretching necks to see if we know anyone in here, half-poised to escape should we need to (we don't want to see others) Poem written standing at the bar that my brother and I frequent together - this scene: spilled on the dark, chipped wood euro bills sticky cocktails nose blood and my hand, washed in the mix of liquids it is 2 a.m. Poem written waiting outside the toilets that my brother and I frequent apart - now, scene: him, nowhere to be found line, endless girls, loud and crying, laughing and my foot tapping nervously to the bass that makes the walls vibrate and shake Poem written in the parking lot of the club that my brother and I just squeezed out of - last scene: him, sober, hands on steering wheel my eyes, unfocused, trained on the electric blue of his car radio playing our after-club mix coming down, silently no words between us only deep-bassed beats and intoxicated breath our minds as spent and exhausted

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Dec 4, 2020

Dec 4, 2020 at 4:54 PM UTC

ELECTRICITY (Poem written at the back of a club)

Poem written waiting outside the club that my brother and I frequent together - scene: a hundred mouths breathe clouds into the biting air, cold of a Friday night security at the door, screaming a sea of voices asking "can you take me in with you? I'm not old enough" and the growling of boys half drunk already my brother tall, pushed against me Poem written at the back of the club that my brother and I frequent together - and scene: us, scouring the dancefloor together us, drinking ***** lemon on the sidelines us, stretching necks to see if we know anyone in here, half-poised to escape should we need to (we don't want to see others) Poem written standing at the bar that my brother and I frequent together - this scene: spilled on the dark, chipped wood euro bills sticky cocktails nose blood and my hand, washed in the mix of liquids it is 2 a.m. Poem written waiting outside the toilets that my brother and I frequent apart - now, scene: him, nowhere to be found line, endless girls, loud and crying, laughing and my foot tapping nervously to the bass that makes the walls vibrate and shake Poem written in the parking lot of the club that my brother and I just squeezed out of - last scene: him, sober, hands on steering wheel my eyes, unfocused, trained on the electric blue of his car radio playing our after-club mix coming down, silently no words between us only deep-bassed beats and intoxicated breath our minds as spent and exhausted

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It’s more than friendship for us. We’re closer than that. we never needed the same blood to call each other brothers. We bleed similar ideas and thoughts, like telepathy is our only way to communicate. We’re linked in ways most will never know, See, we’re cut from a different cloth. In our ragged robes we feel like kings because we know we have the greatest jester at our sides. Mind that this is a love poem, love for my friend, my brother, my phone call at 1 am, chatting about everything and anything. I never walked down streets with such confidence before. his are my guard rail, stopping me from slippery streets and inattentive eyes. I don’t think we can count the times we’ve defined our code. It’s not a code of arms, we don’t need to arm ourselves with each other at our sides. I’ve gone from the boy I was to a man I want to be, thanks to him. I don’t think he’ll ever understand how much he’s done for me. It’s been such roller coaster ride, dating best friends and losing loves, we stuck by each other, Spartan warriors would be proud. He’s like a spider web. Hidden in small spaces of serenity. He catches anything that we need to survive and destroys anything that could harm me. serendipitously our friendship evolved like Pikachu and Squirtile. We have that Pokemon type of bond, I’ll choose you, every time. No one will understand when I say, Saving him from SunKist liquids is our defining “broment.” See, in that moment having a bottle rise to his lips, I knew that he needed me to tell him the dangers that lie ahead, as he’s have done for me countless time. Now, It could have been the time you told me you hated me in middle school, or the time you tried to save me from a fire breathing dragon. He became the one person I can count on, in a world where a clock ticks too quickly. It’s you and me against the world, They don’t know what they got themselves into. We are soldiers, brothers at battle, we start wars with words because our poetic voices are needed in the struggles of a lost generation. But, we don’t need to take up arms, we pick pens and write the words that no one has the heart to say. Our words prove that we never needed the same blood to call each other brothers. Because it’s more than friendship for us. We’re closer than that.

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Nov 12, 2012

Nov 12, 2012 at 4:13 PM UTC

It’s more than friendship for us. We’re closer than that. we never needed the same blood to call each other brothers. We bleed similar ideas and thoughts, like telepathy is our only way to communicate. We’re linked in ways most will never know, See, we’re cut from a different cloth. In our ragged robes we feel like kings because we know we have the greatest jester at our sides. Mind that this is a love poem, love for my friend, my brother, my phone call at 1 am, chatting about everything and anything. I never walked down streets with such confidence before. his are my guard rail, stopping me from slippery streets and inattentive eyes. I don’t think we can count the times we’ve defined our code. It’s not a code of arms, we don’t need to arm ourselves with each other at our sides. I’ve gone from the boy I was to a man I want to be, thanks to him. I don’t think he’ll ever understand how much he’s done for me. It’s been such roller coaster ride, dating best friends and losing loves, we stuck by each other, Spartan warriors would be proud. He’s like a spider web. Hidden in small spaces of serenity. He catches anything that we need to survive and destroys anything that could harm me. serendipitously our friendship evolved like Pikachu and Squirtile. We have that Pokemon type of bond, I’ll choose you, every time. No one will understand when I say, Saving him from SunKist liquids is our defining “broment.” See, in that moment having a bottle rise to his lips, I knew that he needed me to tell him the dangers that lie ahead, as he’s have done for me countless time. Now, It could have been the time you told me you hated me in middle school, or the time you tried to save me from a fire breathing dragon. He became the one person I can count on, in a world where a clock ticks too quickly. It’s you and me against the world, They don’t know what they got themselves into. We are soldiers, brothers at battle, we start wars with words because our poetic voices are needed in the struggles of a lost generation. But, we don’t need to take up arms, we pick pens and write the words that no one has the heart to say. Our words prove that we never needed the same blood to call each other brothers. Because it’s more than friendship for us. We’re closer than that.

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Sipping espresso, double affogato of course, topped with cream and Chatting with Miles, I saw Calliope sauntered in from the rain. Her dark mascara limped away from her crystal blue eyes As she waited for the barrister to turn his head. And when taking her cup, Somewhere between Bird’s schizophrenic riffs And Blakey's syncopation. I fell in love As I watched her lips purse and Blow casually at the lid, cooling the Fiery liquids inside but igniting mine. I decided to ask what brought her in from the Rain. My words queued in my throat as I stood To speak. My knees cracked, testifying to the years I stood on them. My heart tapped out a cadence as I strode Over to her table. I could smell spice and ginger of a perfume I knew so well. Her chestnut hair fell in damp tendrils across her forehead. Extending my hand with a napkin on the end I said, “ I would love if you joined Me for a biscotti.” With a sparkle in her eye her painted lips slid across her teeth, “I am waiting for a friend.” Walking away I sat dejected but not rejected because as she Conversed with him she peeked at me My Calliope And all was well. ~AD~

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Apr 2, 2010

Apr 2, 2010 at 2:48 PM UTC

Sipping espresso, double affogato of course, topped with cream and Chatting with Miles, I saw Calliope sauntered in from the rain. Her dark mascara limped away from her crystal blue eyes As she waited for the barrister to turn his head. And when taking her cup, Somewhere between Bird’s schizophrenic riffs And Blakey's syncopation. I fell in love As I watched her lips purse and Blow casually at the lid, cooling the Fiery liquids inside but igniting mine. I decided to ask what brought her in from the Rain. My words queued in my throat as I stood To speak. My knees cracked, testifying to the years I stood on them. My heart tapped out a cadence as I strode Over to her table. I could smell spice and ginger of a perfume I knew so well. Her chestnut hair fell in damp tendrils across her forehead. Extending my hand with a napkin on the end I said, “ I would love if you joined Me for a biscotti.” With a sparkle in her eye her painted lips slid across her teeth, “I am waiting for a friend.” Walking away I sat dejected but not rejected because as she Conversed with him she peeked at me My Calliope And all was well. ~AD~

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Our lips bond together. On a limb, but I reach out for the desire to press my my tongue against yours. To feel the suction of you, ******* me in ever so close. I've slightly fallen We do the tango, twisting around, turning me upside down till I feel dizzy. And juices leak from each crease of our mouths. So sweet, my ears heard a love song that was unsung. I've slightly fallen In his seduction , succulent, ****** pleasures which quench my thirst. I got a Jones. Both of them attracting at will. The steam from fevered bones. While my heart and mind plays the fiddle. Still we sip as he ****** himself gently, palming my parts as if they were gems in his hand. I've slightly fallen Like a three pierced tongue ring, our liquids spill over my lips, cheeks and chin. To taste him I am confident. For him I flow as his lady in reassurance. I've slightly fallen I'm swimming within this man's wine. But, if I should drown myself among his deletable kisses; there is unharmed because his love is my ocean. I have slightly fallen into... By Jessica Hughes aka JH_Poetry

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Dec 5, 2010

Dec 5, 2010 at 1:02 PM UTC

Our lips bond together. On a limb, but I reach out for the desire to press my my tongue against yours. To feel the suction of you, ******* me in ever so close. I've slightly fallen We do the tango, twisting around, turning me upside down till I feel dizzy. And juices leak from each crease of our mouths. So sweet, my ears heard a love song that was unsung. I've slightly fallen In his seduction , succulent, ****** pleasures which quench my thirst. I got a Jones. Both of them attracting at will. The steam from fevered bones. While my heart and mind plays the fiddle. Still we sip as he ****** himself gently, palming my parts as if they were gems in his hand. I've slightly fallen Like a three pierced tongue ring, our liquids spill over my lips, cheeks and chin. To taste him I am confident. For him I flow as his lady in reassurance. I've slightly fallen I'm swimming within this man's wine. But, if I should drown myself among his deletable kisses; there is unharmed because his love is my ocean. I have slightly fallen into... By Jessica Hughes aka JH_Poetry

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Only my heart could tell What my face could not express Though,I smile as if at ease But only my heart could tell That truly I miss you so often Often As my heart beats, It plays a blues encodes With passion Its rhymes you could hear And slowly dance together with my heart Although, The lip expresses a happy face But deep down my heart I'm hanging.. Its like suicide.... Yet,I'm not dead... This distance is becoming unbearable, To see you becomes my dream As long as my eyes re shut And my fantasizes Even when they re widely apart I tell you again, Only my heart can express this feeling, The feelings the face can not tell The light of my Hope seems burning out My faith diminishing... But with Love I believe Its liquids will regenerate it That long lost hope... Will burn again Ravishing us and tighting our bonds And together I believe we will walk through this Because, All will share is true Love And true love,I believe Live happily ever after.....

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Apr 23, 2014

Apr 23, 2014 at 7:30 AM UTC

Only my heart could tell What my face could not express Though,I smile as if at ease But only my heart could tell That truly I miss you so often Often As my heart beats, It plays a blues encodes With passion Its rhymes you could hear And slowly dance together with my heart Although, The lip expresses a happy face But deep down my heart I'm hanging.. Its like suicide.... Yet,I'm not dead... This distance is becoming unbearable, To see you becomes my dream As long as my eyes re shut And my fantasizes Even when they re widely apart I tell you again, Only my heart can express this feeling, The feelings the face can not tell The light of my Hope seems burning out My faith diminishing... But with Love I believe Its liquids will regenerate it That long lost hope... Will burn again Ravishing us and tighting our bonds And together I believe we will walk through this Because, All will share is true Love And true love,I believe Live happily ever after.....

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