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zebra Aug 2017
a travesty on a parody
in a stained red velvet cabaret
a synagogue of chortles

a black bat
upside down
digesting a fly
his face almost human
his beady dog face
an oddish  puzzle
of epigenetic murkiness
while he excretes
indifferently
puddles of guano
like miniature buttered popcorn
a dark and wavy goulash
gods gift to beetles and worms

while dizzied overheated men look on
to an uproarious variety hour
inspiring
a tempest of spires
like sausages in a wallet
trouser trout fish undulant
worked up
blanching the night
egging on glamorous leg art
devout finger puppets of Eros
tortured torch singing
shimmering lipped twilled vibratos
with angelic assitude
and eye kissing derriere's that pith and intoxicate
bouncing big ***** boobed babes
to
shimmy tassels spinning tympanies
sequined in lavish come **** me gowns
bringing down the house in flames
making hearts apostate
tearing molten souls in half

while the bat
hanging from the chandelier
licks his black lips
and looks on to panorama of hieroglyphics
hearing music
to his ears
like clanking traffic
and witnessing unkempt visions
of
flies, tasty white winged moths
and the thrill
of biting the head off of another bat
in a stained red velvet cabaret
Xaela San Jul 25
Dancing under this beautiful moonlight

My wings brought us high as the mountains could reach;

Listening to the songs of the wind whispering in our ears;

As the stars illuminated us with its light

And through our hearts beats in unison

Our love grew strong as time passed;

For I looking in your ever green eyes shines

Our memories, our histories of hardships

Like raging waves of ocean's wrath upon us;

Like you looking in my ever violet eyes

Brings back memories of how we hold our hands

Under those cherry blossoms in spring's time

Of the time we survived the stormy seas;

Of us looking up in the night's sky starry view

And of us looking through our own breath in the winter's cold night

Like you said "you are my darkness and i am your light"

It is a fate of two lovely souls of opposites

Truly one and extraordinary yet never old;

Yet the story of our love was heard from the heavens and ****

Eldest, my master, the *** of Gods was disgraced;

Hades, your father, the king of the underworld was disgusted;

For I an angel, a guardian of Eldest's kingdom

Fell in love with the darkness' son;

Our love caused chaos and wrath in the heaven's peace;

And made **** burn a thousand times its self in anger;

Eldest, whom was displease, cast my death

Upon my soul and separated us with his command

Like I, a flower dying with its own roots

Withered and had slowly losing its own life;

Yet as we stand forth and supported each other

Our hearts connected even after death's command

As the reaper stand and awaits to take your soul,

To take you back to the place you belong;

There is nothing we could do but accept this inevitable

As our beating crimson heart cries silently;

For even the Wraths and the Gods do us apart

Our fathers and masters hated this love;

Like the night meets the light at dawn;

Our souls will find its way back in each others arm;

Even us can not cease this burning desire

To never let go of our ties;

In this world or in our illusions

It is our story worth dying with;

Even the history goes on, we shall live in eternity

As the story of the night that meets the light at dawn.
Shofi Ahmed Mar 2017
Once, the summer sun will rise in London
Like the half of the Ge meets the other half.
Like a magic by the Lamp of Aladdin
The love flame hidden in the chest lits out!

Like a blooming rose in a glowing beam of light,
Like a smiling face speaks a gentle word,
Like a beautiful sunrise colour in the first light!

The summer in London will pop and sizzle
We will see a threshold in our land.
The rose for a while is tucked away
Off the winter and is given to the sun
Winter is not forever spring is on the corner
Come back in the sun with the early bird
Before Cinderella takes on the primrose path.

Keeping an eye on a thriller is in the winter’s field
Oozy ozone misty land gets a gingerly seasoning
What on earth will it strike, will it dish out?
Ah, the sun will pop out like a river breeze.

Like a southern song singing on a dream scene.
a smooth fairy dance facing the Moon
a thrill of exposing Stonehenge once and for all
a melodious raindrop in the serene pond
a butterfly dance on the rose
a turned on tall tale of the blue peacock
Like a pure belief in heaven without a pinch of salt!
This is a poem from my book Zero and One available on Amazon.
ryn Dec 2014

i wish
to infinitely
soar•in the highest
of skies•always higher,
and always more•held back by
the string that ties•i'd still welcome
hale air•as it blows stunningly
fresh•meets and carries my
body bare•bearing invi-
sible treasures in its
cache...•the errant
breeze i'd openly
fight•but i was
made with a
shoddy kit
•i'm fail-
ing and
falter-
ing...
like
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When we met I was pretty ****** up
I was a boy and all I liked was playing with my toys
I was hurt
I could not express it i had pride
When I met you i was unaware
But i become aware of you
How you move, even when you shy couldn't tell
'"Mm look at this girl", I said in my mind
Look at how she walks with confidence
There was really something special about you
Something that made me at ease and want to spend more time with you
I remember the night I spent liking all your pictures
Must have been a bit strange to you but
I was just amazed glued to my phone seeing a beautiful girl in all those images
Remember the night it was just you and i
sitting late at night it felt like it was us against the world
You plus I, I promise the thought always follows with a smile
It is how you make me feel
It is just amazing how I just find myself
In a space I have never been before
A space where it is only you who exists  
stop hurting you
because it only hurt myself
Expressing without fear
Letting you in
Getting lost Behind those beautiful marble eyes
And get embraced by your sweet pure love
That type of love
The one which  heals all wounds
You know the First heart breaks
And even feeling the void of a space left when the boy lost his mom
Looking at you a perfect girl, beautiful capable woman
Who has endured it all but still stands tall
When we met i was pretty ****** up
There was really something special about you
Looking at you a perfect girl, beautiful capable woman
Alyssa Underwood Feb 2016
*** draws out
the deepest, sharpest
most tormenting pain in us
brings it straight to the surface
with raw nerves and **** roots exposed
then meets us right there in that exact place
with the tender, soothing, healing balm of His love
"I love the LORD, for He heard my voice; He heard my cry for mercy. Because He turned His ear to me, I will call on Him as long as I live. The cords of death entangled me, the anguish of the grave came over me; I was overcome by distress and sorrow. Then I called on the name of the LORD: 'LORD, save me!' The LORD is gracious and righteous; our *** is full of compassion. The LORD protects the simplehearted; when I was brought low, He saved me. Return to your rest, my soul, for the LORD has been good to you. For you, LORD, have delivered me from death, my eyes from tears, my feet from stumbling, that I may walk before the LORD in the land of the living."  
~ Psalm 116:1-9

~~~
ryn Mar 2015
Hues of violet
As the azure meets the reddened sun
Sparse deflated clouds
Floated quiet as into each other, the colours run

Lavender streaks
Trail far into the horizon
Tracking the sunset
As the hour struck seven

Purple gladioluses
Bowed to the evening sea breeze
As if mourning the departure
Of the day's warmth with silent pleas

The orb finally sank
Beyond my sight could reach
Disappeared from here
But rising over someone else's beach

Last dregs of light
Slowly swallowed, giving birth to indigo
This night would last long
Before the first rays of tomorrow...
Jessie Anna H Sep 2011
There is a stranger sleeping on your floor
but you wanted an artist.
Beautiful things aren't easy.

I am tamed, comfortable.
You are wild.  Smoke slips over my nose
when I think of you.  
Alcoholic sweat, fingers down my throat
and I am North,
northbound.
Ivy League meets the Yellow Rose.
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