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Brea Brea May 2013
Why do I give so much of my power away when its my beauty that makes life stay
I know
I do myself in, again and again
I know
But is it possible that I've had some sort of help
holding in this type
form of a yelp
I think immaturity is casting your eyes from
the immature side to you
sometimes it feels to be hurt
sometimes it feels to be foolish
to break your own heart
sometimes it feels to be jelous
Sometimes it hurts to be you
because not everyone can see
for all that you have been and feel enternally
can be
not just anyone, if anyone
can crawl into your crawl space
and some dont know marvel at what they find
some kind of different precious jewel
envy is just a curious lense over your beautiful eyes
and does it hurt
to know that this too is part
not of you
but the world for which you were created to play
created to grow
and to delay
you arent yourself darling, you arent yourself darling
and thats okay
because I find you so so so beautiful
and even with those devious sinful
mornful eyes
crying, holding behind
there is a beauty that justifies
so untouched

being a human is acting a foolish runt
but dont despise
no dont despair

its just a rut

from which you were taken
with worldly hands
and cast upon the shadows of the worldly lands
from your home
on those sweeping hillsides
in the tender of a vulnerable, sweet, sweet heart
like sweet cherry juice licked from the palm of a tender loving hand
my sweetheart
to which you've always belonged
always felt at ease
at being at home
you know not of displeasure

yes, being alone

isnt it nice to know what you're not from what you are?
from those feelings that parade their lies
up and down
your comely spine
this fortune reveals your ownly demise


being. so. beautiful.
Rachel Dec 2015
tactile was ivory fingertips on ivory keys,
passion was ballads of heartbreak and mornful melodies,
melancholy was cargo hanging under my eyes,
wistfullness was empty laughs and heavy sighs.

dejected was weighted arms and tarnished mirrors,
lethargic was xanax breakfast and whiskey tears,
restless was never asleep before three,
a shadow was all you seemed to have left of me.

solitude was choosing to spend my time alone,
but lonliness is now no one picks up the phone.
heartbreak is the promises i always thought you'd keep,
i'm tired, so tired, it's time for me to sleep.
lmnsinner Jul 2017
Man who made the Cubs world champs 2016 Series winner, named best leader.
Upon being named greatest leader in the world by Fortune, Theo Epstein, president of baseball operations at the Chicago Cubs, had this to say to an ESPN reporter: "Um, I can't even get my dog to stop peeing in the house. That is ridiculous."
<•>

humble,
lives in the spaces in between our toes and eyes,
where a nightly miracle occurs,
linty dirt returns magically of its own free will  

we wash our mornful faces dailies,
off with the night's crusted leavings,
gifts of The Elfin Elusives,
who come and go unremarked and uncaught,
with a kind of kissy poke in your navel 'n eyes,  
a finer reminder,  
don't ever get a prideful notion of a clean start - ha!

the stubble assiduously removed morning prior,
returns with a scratchy salutation,
"good morning and ***** off, you ain't the boss"

just in case you think u got it rightly wrongheaded,
by a passing stray notion filling your
grateful deadheaded,
master of the universe, egotistical bred

YOU,
the
greatest leader in the world,
go back to bed, it's the weekend  
but only after you have walked the dog,
Mr. Master of the Universe,
or suffer a
humbling reminder"


<~~~>
Larry B Sep 2010
Oh poet with your words so pure
Guide me with your lyrical tour
Touch my heart from deep within
Free my soul from binding sin

Lift me up above my pain
Wipe away this wretched stain
Cast your spell in magical verse
And free me from this hollow curse

Tempt me with your mornful cry
Let not this meaning pass me by
Lead me with your skillful hand
Entice me till I understand

Write your burden upon my mind
Open these eyes that once were blind
Let me share your liquid pain
As teardrops fall like endless rain

Teach me poet, all of your ways
And guide me through your heartfelt maze
May God bless all the words we share
As we recite this poet's prayer
Lord, is it true
You keep the tears I have shed
The ones that fall so heavy
Like the precious blood you bled

Do you keep a count
Of each lonely sad lament
A record written down
Of each feeble plea I've sent

Lord, is it true
You know each mornful wail
Every thought of sadness
Every heart wrenching tale

Lord, I know it is true
Written in the 56:8 of Paslm
Not one tear has ever escaped
The healing of your balm.
Delton Peele Nov 2021
Ohhhhhh
It's
Yuuuuuuhhhh
......
MmmmmM
Yes I see
You
And when I do
Every thing in the world becomes
Instantly
Irrelevant
Sound ,
Light ,
Dark ,
Drop their novelties
And run
Covering
......ears ......
And eyes
From what
Could haunt
Anti-negotiations
Team
Steps in
Fear,
Logic,
Reason
Gone.
Released from the grip of
Gravity
No longer confined to reality....
Persona
Retracts from the surface
I  
Sink  back into me.
Hidden
In
"Only the vital organs"
Cage
And
OOOOOOO
Don't it turn my blue eyes
Black
An you got my hackle up
numb front





I should have known
....
You'r
Presence
Invokes
Cadence
My skull
Groans
Morbidly

I see images of Bella Lugosi
In Noseferatu
And hear skeletons crawling
Bones
Crackling
In bellicose
Baritone
Notes
See my tattooed tongue curled down to my chin
And hear the contemptuous defiance in my
Haka
Chest cavity
Cracking
Inside my
blood like lava
Gurgling
Churning
I writhe
In maize yellow ,
Vermillion swirling
Crucible
I WOULD RUN IF I WERE YOU.....
BUT I DONT WANT YOU TOO  
.....
YESSSSS
MY PRECIOUS
YESS YESS
I DO  
BIT..
PLEASE  
COME CLOSER
Just out of my reach
That's it
Dance with me
In my disturbed
symphonic
Yearning.
My heart pounds  
Like Thor's hammer breaking out of
Valhalla
Each blow
Spikes hairs on my back
And it flicks the sweat into a mist.
My jaws clenched
Fist's tighten till skin splits
The rythym
......
The air......
......clouds......
..Disappear..
.......
Convulsive
.....Exhale.....
Epic
Mystic mist
Crystalize
At the absence of temperature
EYES
Reflect
The sparkle
INHALE
In heaving
.....Gasps....
AND RELEASED
WITH
MISERABLE MORNFUL
HOWL
FUZZ
ITCHING
STATIC
UNDER MY FLESH
TINY WORMS CRAWLING
INVOLUNTARY
HALF Slobbering
SOBBGIGILING
..........
LYCANTHROPY
PRIME MORTAL
DISORDE8R

LUNATIC MOON
IN FULL
Collapsed
Deranged
Trying to stave off.....the..
Strange..
I can't arrange a complete ..
Tho.....

I'm changed
St
I feel the


Nemesis  

Fever bringer
You bitterme ...
And yet sweet is the obsession......
Lost time . .  
Where am I ?
Im so close ...
My rage enslaves me with cravings
Compounding
Shhhhhhhh
Listen
.  ...... .
I'm not a monster
I want you to come out of this  
Ok ....
I really do ...
How droll life would be without you...
I just don't know what I would do .
Dont move
I don't want to ruin you .. ....
Yet .....
Oldsmobile bravada
I am learning to hate again
You have become my pain my torture and mentor.
Now my
Victim
If you don't work after
I
rebuild
You're transmission
I'm gonna hack you into parts and
Sell you.
You .....
OOOOOOO owee I smashed finger again...
Uffxxyfn differ jekridrjjdiriijjfjfjjrjtjfjdkfjirifidjfj!!!!!!!!
Maybe I'm getting old ....?
Cause really.....
How comical isn't it to watch a grown man throw Fitz and wrench's just to see them bounce back to my hurt. ....... Ya I guess I could see some hummor in............ ...... Stupid car
Suv .
More like SOB
OR POS...... OR .......... count to Google
Giggle im out
Piece..........

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