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IsReaL E Summers Jan 2016
I wonder,
My worth.
Free flying
In-verse
Never rehearsed
These poems
Just blurt, out
And about,
Bouncing
From cloud
To cloud
Enlightened
To conquer doubt
A forceful shout,
Can end a drought
Where water lives
Offerer of the gifts
Controls our
Metrons width
Now, You
Have entered in
Welcome! ^-^ Good to see you again!
Onyx Sep 2020
A fickle yet adored fantasy
universally proclaimed lovingly by the same name
stands with much difference for each
for each has a unique lover
whose uniqueness cannot be challenged
nor compared
nor estimated

Though are we always to meet our fantasied beloved?
At the right moment?
Ideally?

Love is strange
an entity yearned for for ages
yet terrifying to own when the time for it comes
for we are afraid
of our beloved in our fantasies
to be marred by the realism we allow ourselves to indulge

Picking petals from a flower
‘To love?’
‘To not love?’
Promises nothing short of eternity of torment
So drop that flower
And take a deep breath
Look to the offerer of love in the eyes
And say ‘I do,’
Hope that they will love you
like no one has ever done so
Carson Apr 2021
Offering what I can or maybe able 2 Give,
To satisfy tastes of innocent lips,
Such thoughts spring from D heart,
Only being rejected,
Wounds This Messenger,
Offerer Cart,
When Eardrums receives n perceives,
Demands minus Alternative requests,
Are True Colors,
That Unifiably Lie,
N
Always Reside along the seashore tides,
Are
$ Hungry Eyes,
$Hungry Minds,
Allowing Holy Father 2 decide,
What flows from Sweat Of My Brow,
Not letting demands rule over what can be,
Images placed behind me instantly,
Unless Heaven says yes,
With a heart of simplistic offerings,
Being Offered @ each Juncture of time,
2
$Hungry Eyes!
$Hungry Minds!
Vidya Aug 13
david is your only friend.
david owns a skeleton key
(your chastity
belt is not as impregnable as
the salesman said it was)
david’s idea of a reconnaissance
mission is to calculate
the salinic content of your ****** fluids
david thinks
the numbers
still mean something to you
the pressure in your ears mounts to intolerable levels
david: perennial offerer of
hobson’s choices or
haven’t you noticed
that the bible is just
a story about dietary restrictions?
this one is old, from sometime between 2016–2018. but despite how much my writing has changed since then, i'm choosing to post it now, in all its unpolished awkwardness, because sometimes it's good to resist your impulse to hide your less-than-perfect work

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