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Brumous Jun 2021
uoy ot gnis I
seuh derettahs fo yballul a
htrow dna ytilaudividni fo snoitcarfer

kni gniyrc neeb ev'uoy
em revo lla deraems
ynnuf s'ti, das os gnikool


                           
I sing to you
a lullaby of shattered hues
refractions of individuality and worth

you've been crying ink
smeared all over me
looking so sad, it's funny

'sit scriptor aspiret invicem'

       Should we?
              we already are.
                     Each other we paint;
                                  "blood from thee."
original look here -> https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4362712/one/
I don't think
Brumous Jun 2021
one
uoy ot gnis I
seuh derettahs fo yballul a
htrow dna ytilaudividni fo snoitcarfer

kni gniyrc neeb ev'uoy
em revo lla deraems
ynnuf s'ti, das os gnikool

mecivni teripsa rotpircs tis

                            ?ew dluohS
                 ;era ydaerla ew
          tniap ew rehto hcaE
eeht morf doolb
Michael Ellis Dec 2011
When you see me

You see a peaceful joyful soul

When you see me

You see smiles and happiness

When you see me

You see a strong cheerful young man

When you see me




Yon don't see me like I see me




rorrim gnikool a otni kool I nehW

niap hguorht neeb esohw yob a ees I

rorrim gnikool a onti kool I nehW

ytitnedi on sah ohw nam gnuoy a ees I

rorrim gnikool a onti kool I nehW

eb ll'I yas elpoep nam eht ees t'nod I

rorrim gnikool a onti kool I nehW

erutuf on htiw eruliaf a ees I




When you see me

You don't see the real vulnerable





Me.
Fig boo obba do
Uptar guivbar
Ceeb zoop gabba
Koop neeb wabba vo

Muck pocket locket bug
Even sub lubbet dug

Ibber tug vagga dug
Neek mug dar rug

Towel
How well
Ew shell

Angus meat funk
Skunk eats the big dunk
Seeba doob la lunk
PK Wakefield Jun 2014
Summer, it's been how long – uoy neeb, Summer? since
last time
i was inside you,

Summer.how
long low dry
in your intense
dull fragrance
,Summer , has

there been the
tranquil riven
deepening purple
of very supple
twilight,                               Summer?

the hair you are is very shining
between the creased heaving
of your ******* Summer; it
droops a slow slung leaving

of breath

of breathe/breathing.


Summer i can't do you think there are and how many nights inside you
their quick quick hands between the course prickle of wincing darkness
shingled with the tiny digging of pale spades?

(i do not know)

i will live occasionally until there are no more nights inside you
and i, cloaked in the able dirt of dying earth, the moist splinter of my body

quick   quicker

than any night passed inside you since the last time i was

and longer


longer



than

the low the low low

black blackness

of steep steep steep dark.
Ruslan Nov 7
Thit's the Trump
Who is my speak, in the the world,
I need for you, its President.
In work for you, its the begin,
What for to you, that's ******* screen.

Then go to ****, its the so good,
Its much again, ****** to go.
That is alright, to go to need,
Then President, ******* to go.

That ha-ha-ha, its o to lol,
Smile 😁 that right, i loVe you sing.
You need to break, ****** the pip,
Trump tram papam, that water bin.

Bingo again, what mather ****,
Kisses my *******, ******* the neeb.
That President, its a alright,
Then to you boy, ******* again.

That my its time, then to you screen,
That President, olof a go.
Then mather ****, ******* again,
******* the need, its to my break 💔.
😈😈😈

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