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"pamper" poems
Can you feel it Shh, allow the galaxy to pamper your body, blanket the essence of your mind, bit-by-bit Travel on a higher awareness to understand the galaxy’s gentle gift Close your eyes and allow your mind to softly drift Soft Moonlight Dust Illuminating the night skies, given warmth of its inner trust Centered in the sky, a star abates for its enlighten ****** Kindred minds to enrapture, as souls physically adjust So gentle, as a touch to the skin An inner space to conquer, there an exploring craving begins Awareness of self stirring into the constellation Bodies attuned beyond the stretch of imagination Savoring on the flavor of the alignment sweeten taste Desires igniting an inferno, the heat of its flames refusing to wait Overheated friction surrendering without debates Runaway yearning weakening in the presence of fate The ecstasy of the moonlight’s dust felt, abiding to the crack of dawn Emotions of the elixir slowly withdrawn A Cheshire moonrise Always a sacred communion given in surprise Masked feelings hidden behind the stars in our eyes Sprinkles of pixie dust as the moon becomes full Paired upon, as lace meets wool Interwoven and tenderly spun on a galactic spool Stars In Exile Twinkling for eyes to glimpse beyond the earth’s smile Canopus to Antares, oh how you make me shine Closing my eyes, coveting your point as I’m making you mine Settled and glittering as small diamonds binding in the sky A wondrous elopement to experience in the blink of an eye Soft whispers to the ones that shoot right before they fall Such a beautiful and breathlessly cadence to wish under them all The Gift Of The Sun’s Stroke Umm, shooting stars kept me awoke Relentless bodies bathing under the moon Caresses, touches, entwined souls echoing the note of its weakening tunes Sweeter and sweeter, deeper and deeper Bodies fueled, hot as a heater, bodies climbing steeper and steeper Heat consumes the interior of the temple Sweat of life, as movements come together and then disassemble Elated, sedated, dipping in a cool blue lagoon Kisses under the sun on a beautiful afternoon Temperatures rising not a moment too soon June slamming into summer’s heat A merriment of a sun stroke basking in the glorious feast The galaxy and its spicy passion A gift to the world to enjoy in any unbridled fashion
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Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 1:17 PM UTC
MyValentine
A Kiss Among The Milky Way
Can you feel it Shh, allow the galaxy to pamper your body, blanket the essence of your mind, bit-by-bit Travel on a higher awareness to understand the galaxy’s gentle gift Close your eyes and allow your mind to softly drift Soft Moonlight Dust Illuminating the night skies, given warmth of its inner trust Centered in the sky, a star abates for its enlighten ****** Kindred minds to enrapture, as souls physically adjust So gentle, as a touch to the skin An inner space to conquer, there an exploring craving begins Awareness of self stirring into the constellation Bodies attuned beyond the stretch of imagination Savoring on the flavor of the alignment sweeten taste Desires igniting an inferno, the heat of its flames refusing to wait Overheated friction surrendering without debates Runaway yearning weakening in the presence of fate The ecstasy of the moonlight’s dust felt, abiding to the crack of dawn Emotions of the elixir slowly withdrawn A Cheshire moonrise Always a sacred communion given in surprise Masked feelings hidden behind the stars in our eyes Sprinkles of pixie dust as the moon becomes full Paired upon, as lace meets wool Interwoven and tenderly spun on a galactic spool Stars In Exile Twinkling for eyes to glimpse beyond the earth’s smile Canopus to Antares, oh how you make me shine Closing my eyes, coveting your point as I’m making you mine Settled and glittering as small diamonds binding in the sky A wondrous elopement to experience in the blink of an eye Soft whispers to the ones that shoot right before they fall Such a beautiful and breathlessly cadence to wish under them all The Gift Of The Sun’s Stroke Umm, shooting stars kept me awoke Relentless bodies bathing under the moon Caresses, touches, entwined souls echoing the note of its weakening tunes Sweeter and sweeter, deeper and deeper Bodies fueled, hot as a heater, bodies climbing steeper and steeper Heat consumes the interior of the temple Sweat of life, as movements come together and then disassemble Elated, sedated, dipping in a cool blue lagoon Kisses under the sun on a beautiful afternoon Temperatures rising not a moment too soon June slamming into summer’s heat A merriment of a sun stroke basking in the glorious feast The galaxy and its spicy passion A gift to the world to enjoy in any unbridled fashion
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A musical trance seance under control by the hand of a shadow A "Du hast" to a "Loco" To a "beautiful people" A fraction of symphony, Sent by the gods of rock Spiderweb rooms an corridor covered with the entrance to darkness set in place with danger light's, Strobe lights, an a fog machine set on auto A haunted feel to a shack left cold an abandoned. Equipped with superior beings and extended solo's of 6 string guitar's along with drum's and distorted bass guitar, setting the rhythm for our soul's,Feeding threw 4 large kickers. This shadow was me Venom Decorated in crow face paint, Along with black attire to match my attitude People came and went and came again Supporting my and there craving for sublime sound But one, the one, my goddess, my angel of death came to my dwelling, she came with a message To indulge in my love But also to give me a message of misery To break me free of this chaotic world i was fixed in, with a bite to my fingertip the purified pressure was on She wore the same colors as I Only more dragged inline's More pain, More beauty than she could see I stared into her crystal corroded bloodshot eyes I seen deep within herself I saw pain, I saw hate for her fire, I saw hate from others I had seen everything and nothing I arose from my slumber to meet her in the darkness or mothers sleep To give mother a great vision, a great dream and it was this My angel of death, Meeting face to face, Eye to misery, Cure to disease, Beauty to ugly. The words rolled off her tongue like the greatest embrace to a lover Her words were sweet and seductive Sprinkled with tears of a suicidal mind and a scarred wrist. Then in a perfect moment are perfect tender love met with crying eyes and black lipstick. Within that moment i ingested her misery I took it and gave her what she deserved Beauty After the release of this lover's choice We met vision and from there i seen the truth I could never release her from this insanity Only pamper or even embrace it This timeless motion of misery will never stop ticking in my heart Not till it expires!
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Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 10:33 AM UTC
shadows-rising
The misery of an angel
A musical trance seance under control by the hand of a shadow A "Du hast" to a "Loco" To a "beautiful people" A fraction of symphony, Sent by the gods of rock Spiderweb rooms an corridor covered with the entrance to darkness set in place with danger light's, Strobe lights, an a fog machine set on auto A haunted feel to a shack left cold an abandoned. Equipped with superior beings and extended solo's of 6 string guitar's along with drum's and distorted bass guitar, setting the rhythm for our soul's,Feeding threw 4 large kickers. This shadow was me Venom Decorated in crow face paint, Along with black attire to match my attitude People came and went and came again Supporting my and there craving for sublime sound But one, the one, my goddess, my angel of death came to my dwelling, she came with a message To indulge in my love But also to give me a message of misery To break me free of this chaotic world i was fixed in, with a bite to my fingertip the purified pressure was on She wore the same colors as I Only more dragged inline's More pain, More beauty than she could see I stared into her crystal corroded bloodshot eyes I seen deep within herself I saw pain, I saw hate for her fire, I saw hate from others I had seen everything and nothing I arose from my slumber to meet her in the darkness or mothers sleep To give mother a great vision, a great dream and it was this My angel of death, Meeting face to face, Eye to misery, Cure to disease, Beauty to ugly. The words rolled off her tongue like the greatest embrace to a lover Her words were sweet and seductive Sprinkled with tears of a suicidal mind and a scarred wrist. Then in a perfect moment are perfect tender love met with crying eyes and black lipstick. Within that moment i ingested her misery I took it and gave her what she deserved Beauty After the release of this lover's choice We met vision and from there i seen the truth I could never release her from this insanity Only pamper or even embrace it This timeless motion of misery will never stop ticking in my heart Not till it expires!
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Hands delve deep in damp shadows Even in slumber you drive my body insane My body remembers you well It's kept all memories of you so clear in it's senses It misses you so dearly I do miss you too, clearly All this wetness is unnecessary And this need for you, and only you, to myself is oh so scary You whisper it's me you want to marry... I woke up out the dream Wondering what was wrong with me I was warm and full of need All I could think about is how much I wanted him to come pamper me
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Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 11:56 AM UTC
Chalsey
Fingers
Hands delve deep in damp shadows Even in slumber you drive my body insane My body remembers you well It's kept all memories of you so clear in it's senses It misses you so dearly I do miss you too, clearly All this wetness is unnecessary And this need for you, and only you, to myself is oh so scary You whisper it's me you want to marry... I woke up out the dream Wondering what was wrong with me I was warm and full of need All I could think about is how much I wanted him to come pamper me
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Inspired by a vintage ****** postcard from the 1920s - 30s: The Muse sits resplendent caressed in sepia tones and pastel cream gilded with the glaze of a bygone era her silk Charleston negligee worn proud like a vintage ornament perched on an aesthetically pleasing shapely pert insolent ***** blossomed with tiny beads of sweat the heat of such anticipation entices the pearls of the ****** to pamper and pleasure their perversions etched as if in a radiance of candlelight the flickering limbs pulse their bloom nimble fingers of dancing shadows cupping the feline curves of a chaise longue the purposefully out of place set piece the fantasy of a gentleman's reading room caked in casked sherry and Nat Sherman cigar infused aromas her elegant pose sumptuous reclining elbow length satin gloves sensually wrapped in wanton desire two fingers clasp a Sorbranie Black Russian smoked like a sultry gypsy with a fervent demeanour from a silver opera cigarette holder beckoning with the cats eyes of mischief over Pinced nez eyeglasses with a fascination imbibed in the praxis of passion the peach skin of refulgent youth directs the viewer downwards, slowly survey each contour of olive skin and stroke every hidden cleft of fabric to glimpse the nubile thighs of grace leading the eye to the arch of an ankle slipped like a fitted glove nestled in the cleavage of her calf and the chastity of future wonderment the forgotten photograph captures a period in time the memories of the muse now in motionless existence a demure allure forever frozen once lost, but now never forgotten
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Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 2:40 AM UTC
DBeard
Decadence of a Muse
Inspired by a vintage ****** postcard from the 1920s - 30s: The Muse sits resplendent caressed in sepia tones and pastel cream gilded with the glaze of a bygone era her silk Charleston negligee worn proud like a vintage ornament perched on an aesthetically pleasing shapely pert insolent ***** blossomed with tiny beads of sweat the heat of such anticipation entices the pearls of the ****** to pamper and pleasure their perversions etched as if in a radiance of candlelight the flickering limbs pulse their bloom nimble fingers of dancing shadows cupping the feline curves of a chaise longue the purposefully out of place set piece the fantasy of a gentleman's reading room caked in casked sherry and Nat Sherman cigar infused aromas her elegant pose sumptuous reclining elbow length satin gloves sensually wrapped in wanton desire two fingers clasp a Sorbranie Black Russian smoked like a sultry gypsy with a fervent demeanour from a silver opera cigarette holder beckoning with the cats eyes of mischief over Pinced nez eyeglasses with a fascination imbibed in the praxis of passion the peach skin of refulgent youth directs the viewer downwards, slowly survey each contour of olive skin and stroke every hidden cleft of fabric to glimpse the nubile thighs of grace leading the eye to the arch of an ankle slipped like a fitted glove nestled in the cleavage of her calf and the chastity of future wonderment the forgotten photograph captures a period in time the memories of the muse now in motionless existence a demure allure forever frozen once lost, but now never forgotten
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Light brownish **** lip stain to match the season, Gold eye liner to make my brown eye color lighter, Concealer and foundation to even out the skin tone, bronze pink blush to add a bit of color and define my cheek bones, Medium brown eyebrow pencil to perfect my eyebrows, A stripped black and tan shirt with a brown scarf, blue jeans and black boots; Hair is in a delicate curly updo so that my face gets more attention, Burberry perfume to bring a soft delicate trail of her aroma, my make up looks natural yet it adds color and defines the beautiful features of my face. I do this not to cover my flaws, not because I am insecure, not for attention, Simply because I want to pamper myself. simply because I deserve to look pretty. simply because I want to be as beautiful on the outside that I am on the inside.
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Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 12:13 PM UTC
vague-rememberance
beautiful
Light brownish **** lip stain to match the season, Gold eye liner to make my brown eye color lighter, Concealer and foundation to even out the skin tone, bronze pink blush to add a bit of color and define my cheek bones, Medium brown eyebrow pencil to perfect my eyebrows, A stripped black and tan shirt with a brown scarf, blue jeans and black boots; Hair is in a delicate curly updo so that my face gets more attention, Burberry perfume to bring a soft delicate trail of her aroma, my make up looks natural yet it adds color and defines the beautiful features of my face. I do this not to cover my flaws, not because I am insecure, not for attention, Simply because I want to pamper myself. simply because I deserve to look pretty. simply because I want to be as beautiful on the outside that I am on the inside.
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♡ soft sweet soothing sumptuous a comfort to offer an attempt to pamper a big scoop of ice cream after a root canal procedure not  to  subside or else to hide the pain but to  forget it for awhile and / or get the smile back :)
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Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 10:31 PM UTC
jayantee
Icecream
♡ soft sweet soothing sumptuous a comfort to offer an attempt to pamper a big scoop of ice cream after a root canal procedure not  to  subside or else to hide the pain but to  forget it for awhile and / or get the smile back :)
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A Response to Thought Catalog Number One. "She won't touch your stuff because she doesn't want to do anything" Which also includes leaving her bed before six pm meeting your friends or seeing the movie you've been begging her to see since the trailer came out last year Number Two "She'll probably forget you borrowed money from her" or to pay the bills, or your birthday or getting groceries Number Three "She's a cheap date" more than likely because she doesn't care where you go but she wants to be back in her bed the minuet she gets into your car because now her insecurities are buzzing in her ears and clawing at her throat Number Four "She probably doesn't want to meet your family" sitting in her room terrified that she's not good enough that she will never be good enough and they won't accept her Number Five "She will probably get drunk and you can have *** with her" Number Six "You can get free drugs!" she knows about her missing pain pills and antidepressants but she won't say a thing because you love her, right? it's selfish of her to think she needs those she has you. right? Number Seven "She has poor memory and a short attention span" Unaware of whether its Monday or Thursday or if she ate this week Number Eight "She won't talk that much" instead she can soak up your words and turn them against herself until they infect her insides with acidic words ugly/fat/ugly/stupid/ugly/useless/ugly/worthless Number Nine "She'll pamper you because she's sensitive" Here's the newest game you wanted I hope it makes up for me not being good enough Here's some money, go out with friends I don't want to bring you down Number Ten "It'll make you look better" She's a charity case a lost cause who lost herself but she's so lucky she found you She's like an accessory that you drag around she'll make you look perfect won't she? It's supposed to be simple. Dating the dead girl walking. besides the fact she'll bawl her eyes out every time you grab your keys or the fact you have to deal with the burden of having to hide your mother's steak knives so you can sleep in peace without worrying whether you will find her lifeless body on your bathroom floor Number ten You can romanticize the pain she goes through everyday while her hourglass hearts last grain of sand falls to the bottom but you will NEVER be able to say you were the hero.
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May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 11:11 PM UTC
jenna-vaitkunas
10 Reasons to date a Girl with Depression (A Slam Poem)
A Response to Thought Catalog Number One. "She won't touch your stuff because she doesn't want to do anything" Which also includes leaving her bed before six pm meeting your friends or seeing the movie you've been begging her to see since the trailer came out last year Number Two "She'll probably forget you borrowed money from her" or to pay the bills, or your birthday or getting groceries Number Three "She's a cheap date" more than likely because she doesn't care where you go but she wants to be back in her bed the minuet she gets into your car because now her insecurities are buzzing in her ears and clawing at her throat Number Four "She probably doesn't want to meet your family" sitting in her room terrified that she's not good enough that she will never be good enough and they won't accept her Number Five "She will probably get drunk and you can have *** with her" Number Six "You can get free drugs!" she knows about her missing pain pills and antidepressants but she won't say a thing because you love her, right? it's selfish of her to think she needs those she has you. right? Number Seven "She has poor memory and a short attention span" Unaware of whether its Monday or Thursday or if she ate this week Number Eight "She won't talk that much" instead she can soak up your words and turn them against herself until they infect her insides with acidic words ugly/fat/ugly/stupid/ugly/useless/ugly/worthless Number Nine "She'll pamper you because she's sensitive" Here's the newest game you wanted I hope it makes up for me not being good enough Here's some money, go out with friends I don't want to bring you down Number Ten "It'll make you look better" She's a charity case a lost cause who lost herself but she's so lucky she found you She's like an accessory that you drag around she'll make you look perfect won't she? It's supposed to be simple. Dating the dead girl walking. besides the fact she'll bawl her eyes out every time you grab your keys or the fact you have to deal with the burden of having to hide your mother's steak knives so you can sleep in peace without worrying whether you will find her lifeless body on your bathroom floor Number ten You can romanticize the pain she goes through everyday while her hourglass hearts last grain of sand falls to the bottom but you will NEVER be able to say you were the hero.
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*absolutely scandalous the way you are.. you treat me mercilessly for feeling cheerful .. so cruel attitude you are .. thou silent throughout my sense of my disappointment to smile .. truly evil your touch .. you whip my heartbeat pounding and carefree .. indeed bear your concern .. you fill up my weak with politely invincible .. really sneaky way you are .. you stole my heart a dozen years ago to freeze and harden .. indeed savage your sincerity .. you satisfy and pamper me until i could not walk on the mainland .. because you are the villain of heart of mine..!* ┈┈┈┈┈»̶·̵̭̌✽✽·̵̭̌«̶  ƦУ  »̶·̵̭̌✽✽·̵̭̌«̶┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ sang penjahat hati..! sungguh keji caramu.. engkau perlakukan perasaanku tanpa ampun untuk ceria.. sungguh kejam sikapmu.. engkau bungkam seluruh rasaku kecewaku hingga tersenyum.. sungguh jahat sentuhanmu.. engkau cambuk detak jantungku berdegup kencang dan riang.. sungguh tega perhatianmu.. engkau jejali lemahku dengan santunmu hingga tak terkalahkan.. sungguh licik caramu.. engkau curi hatiku belasan tahun lalu hingga membeku dan membatu.. sungguh biadab ketulusanmu.. engkau puasi dan manjakan asaku hingga tak sanggup kupijak daratan.. karena enkau adalah sang penjahat hatiku..!
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Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC
into-usnianto
the villain heart
*absolutely scandalous the way you are.. you treat me mercilessly for feeling cheerful .. so cruel attitude you are .. thou silent throughout my sense of my disappointment to smile .. truly evil your touch .. you whip my heartbeat pounding and carefree .. indeed bear your concern .. you fill up my weak with politely invincible .. really sneaky way you are .. you stole my heart a dozen years ago to freeze and harden .. indeed savage your sincerity .. you satisfy and pamper me until i could not walk on the mainland .. because you are the villain of heart of mine..!* ┈┈┈┈┈»̶·̵̭̌✽✽·̵̭̌«̶  ƦУ  »̶·̵̭̌✽✽·̵̭̌«̶┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ sang penjahat hati..! sungguh keji caramu.. engkau perlakukan perasaanku tanpa ampun untuk ceria.. sungguh kejam sikapmu.. engkau bungkam seluruh rasaku kecewaku hingga tersenyum.. sungguh jahat sentuhanmu.. engkau cambuk detak jantungku berdegup kencang dan riang.. sungguh tega perhatianmu.. engkau jejali lemahku dengan santunmu hingga tak terkalahkan.. sungguh licik caramu.. engkau curi hatiku belasan tahun lalu hingga membeku dan membatu.. sungguh biadab ketulusanmu.. engkau puasi dan manjakan asaku hingga tak sanggup kupijak daratan.. karena enkau adalah sang penjahat hatiku..!
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I love you for no reason So it's not going to change with change of season. I love you for no reason I know it's hard to trust a guy like me But i want to become a guy you want me to be Pick out the good from me and leave the rest Alter me into what suits you best I will be proud to fulfill your every condition I love you for no reason It's you my princess that's all i need What's in your mind i wish i could read So that i can do everything before you say I want to make you smile everyday You are my desire my zing my ambition I love you for no reason You hair are like brown strands of silk You are fairer than milk Chubby chicks and baby soft skin Pointed nose suits best with nose pin Those plumy lips i can die to kiss It kills me when you smile with a bliss Your waist curves are like of a snake Mole on your face is cherry over cake Mind and body both you have got I swear you are god's perfect shot Beauty with mind is a perfect fusion I love you for no reason I will love you forever same as now With you i am ready to take the vow I wanted to be with you anyhow After that my life would be wow But i know you don't have the same vision I love you for no reason You for me is my sweetest dream Your beauty is something i can not redeem Best you have a golden heart Your words hit my head like a dart I can listen to your chit chat for my whole life I pray to god to make you my wife I will pamper you praise you serve you please you I will hug you poke you curdle you tease you It's going to b real or it's just an illusion I love you for no reason I know we are east and west I m not good even and you are the best We can't be together it will not work How can an angel love a devil rebellious **** One day may be you will say yes Might be this poem works full to impress If it's a no not a big deal Hug me enough for my wounds to heal I don't want to force your decision I love you for no reason I love you for no reason
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Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 11:42 PM UTC
bj-1
I love you for no reason
I love you for no reason So it's not going to change with change of season. I love you for no reason I know it's hard to trust a guy like me But i want to become a guy you want me to be Pick out the good from me and leave the rest Alter me into what suits you best I will be proud to fulfill your every condition I love you for no reason It's you my princess that's all i need What's in your mind i wish i could read So that i can do everything before you say I want to make you smile everyday You are my desire my zing my ambition I love you for no reason You hair are like brown strands of silk You are fairer than milk Chubby chicks and baby soft skin Pointed nose suits best with nose pin Those plumy lips i can die to kiss It kills me when you smile with a bliss Your waist curves are like of a snake Mole on your face is cherry over cake Mind and body both you have got I swear you are god's perfect shot Beauty with mind is a perfect fusion I love you for no reason I will love you forever same as now With you i am ready to take the vow I wanted to be with you anyhow After that my life would be wow But i know you don't have the same vision I love you for no reason You for me is my sweetest dream Your beauty is something i can not redeem Best you have a golden heart Your words hit my head like a dart I can listen to your chit chat for my whole life I pray to god to make you my wife I will pamper you praise you serve you please you I will hug you poke you curdle you tease you It's going to b real or it's just an illusion I love you for no reason I know we are east and west I m not good even and you are the best We can't be together it will not work How can an angel love a devil rebellious **** One day may be you will say yes Might be this poem works full to impress If it's a no not a big deal Hug me enough for my wounds to heal I don't want to force your decision I love you for no reason I love you for no reason
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In her love smitten my home's youngest kitten I stroke her silky fur to hear her mew and purr! As soon as I'm home this beauty's epitome raises fluffy tail holds me in her spell! Of gracious royal class this gorgeous little lass cuddles on my lap for a warm blissful nap! I pamper her too much hanker for her touch she in my heart dwells in pride her heart swells! Though my love she rules she ain't an inch grateful this tiny cute empress leaves poops on floor mattress!
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Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 12:46 PM UTC
pradip-chattopadhyay
Ungrateful
In her love smitten my home's youngest kitten I stroke her silky fur to hear her mew and purr! As soon as I'm home this beauty's epitome raises fluffy tail holds me in her spell! Of gracious royal class this gorgeous little lass cuddles on my lap for a warm blissful nap! I pamper her too much hanker for her touch she in my heart dwells in pride her heart swells! Though my love she rules she ain't an inch grateful this tiny cute empress leaves poops on floor mattress!
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You are my mother: I suffer separation anxiety when I'm not with you. My headphones are the umbilical cord that keeps me close to you. Maybe I should invest in scissors. You are my child: I must pamper you or else you'll throw tantrums. Maybe I should look into tough love. You are my friend: I like your company best and you go nearly everywhere with me. You never talk back, but you never talk at all. Maybe I should make more friends. You are my lover: buffering is our foreplay. You've always been good at seducing me but the *** is crap. Maybe we should see other people.
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May 21, 2012
May 21, 2012 at 12:06 AM UTC
penelope-prickett
Computer
You are my mother: I suffer separation anxiety when I'm not with you. My headphones are the umbilical cord that keeps me close to you. Maybe I should invest in scissors. You are my child: I must pamper you or else you'll throw tantrums. Maybe I should look into tough love. You are my friend: I like your company best and you go nearly everywhere with me. You never talk back, but you never talk at all. Maybe I should make more friends. You are my lover: buffering is our foreplay. You've always been good at seducing me but the *** is crap. Maybe we should see other people.
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In your place, I planted a golden shower. On the southern border Of a dilapidated, porous house. When it rains, Seeds sprout in the fields. When the bugle sounds, The dead come alive. In your place, I planted a golden shower. I used leaves that have decayed More than the usual As manure. I took handfuls of the sand, That was measured out For construction of the house, And spread over its base, Without any measure. I diverted the rain, That was flowing away lazily, To its base. ******* trembled As love swelled up within. When it rains, Seeds sprout in the fields. When the bugle sounds, The dead come alive. In your place, I planted a golden shower. I kissed every leaf, Without anyone seeing it. Its veins looked like yours, When I read them gently. And when the eyes welled up I made a ridge under them With my soiled hands. When it rains, Seeds sprout in the fields. When the bugle sounds, The dead come alive. In your place, I planted a golden shower. I will nurture it with love. I will fight with ants and beetles And even butterflies. If it ever droops, I will pamper it with sweet talks And pet names uttered in its ear. When it rains, Seeds sprout in the fields. When the bugle sounds, The dead come alive. In your place, I planted a golden shower. I will stand guard to it In rain and shine. I will tattoo on my palm Its green, branches and leaves. When it rains, Seeds sprout in the fields. When the bugle sounds, The dead come alive. In your place, I planted a golden shower. Tears Spittle ***** I will pour out the soul of life Just for it. When it rains, Seeds sprout in the fields. When the bugle sounds, The dead come alive. In your place, I planted a golden shower. In nights, when I really lose it, I will hug it and cry my heart out. I will shower it with kisses, Drenched with tears and spittle. I will lie down on its lap, When the eleven bells crumble. And when I feel naughtier I will close my eyes Get inside it And hide in there. When it rains, Seeds sprout in the fields. When the bugle sounds, The dead come alive. In your place, I planted a golden shower. One day, It will flower. And sing aloud, yellow yellow yellow. The wind, birds and all creepers around Will take up that song. When it rains, Seeds sprout in the fields. When the bugle sounds, The dead come alive. In your place, I planted a golden shower. One day. *** One day I will open my day With its sight And fade away to next life. It will wait for me Till the next life. *** ‘ When it rains, Seeds sprout in the fields. When the bugle sounds, The dead come alive.’ A requiem sung at funeral of Christians.
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Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 10:31 AM UTC
kuzhur
In Your Place
In your place, I planted a golden shower. On the southern border Of a dilapidated, porous house. When it rains, Seeds sprout in the fields. When the bugle sounds, The dead come alive. In your place, I planted a golden shower. I used leaves that have decayed More than the usual As manure. I took handfuls of the sand, That was measured out For construction of the house, And spread over its base, Without any measure. I diverted the rain, That was flowing away lazily, To its base. ******* trembled As love swelled up within. When it rains, Seeds sprout in the fields. When the bugle sounds, The dead come alive. In your place, I planted a golden shower. I kissed every leaf, Without anyone seeing it. Its veins looked like yours, When I read them gently. And when the eyes welled up I made a ridge under them With my soiled hands. When it rains, Seeds sprout in the fields. When the bugle sounds, The dead come alive. In your place, I planted a golden shower. I will nurture it with love. I will fight with ants and beetles And even butterflies. If it ever droops, I will pamper it with sweet talks And pet names uttered in its ear. When it rains, Seeds sprout in the fields. When the bugle sounds, The dead come alive. In your place, I planted a golden shower. I will stand guard to it In rain and shine. I will tattoo on my palm Its green, branches and leaves. When it rains, Seeds sprout in the fields. When the bugle sounds, The dead come alive. In your place, I planted a golden shower. Tears Spittle ***** I will pour out the soul of life Just for it. When it rains, Seeds sprout in the fields. When the bugle sounds, The dead come alive. In your place, I planted a golden shower. In nights, when I really lose it, I will hug it and cry my heart out. I will shower it with kisses, Drenched with tears and spittle. I will lie down on its lap, When the eleven bells crumble. And when I feel naughtier I will close my eyes Get inside it And hide in there. When it rains, Seeds sprout in the fields. When the bugle sounds, The dead come alive. In your place, I planted a golden shower. One day, It will flower. And sing aloud, yellow yellow yellow. The wind, birds and all creepers around Will take up that song. When it rains, Seeds sprout in the fields. When the bugle sounds, The dead come alive. In your place, I planted a golden shower. One day. *** One day I will open my day With its sight And fade away to next life. It will wait for me Till the next life. *** ‘ When it rains, Seeds sprout in the fields. When the bugle sounds, The dead come alive.’ A requiem sung at funeral of Christians.
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Better to be a live dog than a dead lion. Better to be a rollin' log than a lumberjack cryin'. Better to be a drunkin' fool than a junkie's spoon. Better to be a happy camper than a hurtin' unit. Better to be a fresh pamper than full of ****
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Jun 16, 2012
Jun 16, 2012 at 9:09 AM UTC
irving-macpherson
Live Dog
Better to be a live dog than a dead lion. Better to be a rollin' log than a lumberjack cryin'. Better to be a drunkin' fool than a junkie's spoon. Better to be a happy camper than a hurtin' unit. Better to be a fresh pamper than full of ****
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Please don’t study for 21 hours and sleep only for 3, Please don’t worry yourself into a panic about deadlines, Please don’t lose yourself while worrying about the whole **** world, Please don’t. Pamper yourself, get that bubble bath, Go buy a pint of ice-cream and watch that thing you like, Block people who are negative, put photos up of your friends, Self-care is important. - Me, learning after a semester of breakdowns and lost hope.
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Sep 25, 2016
Sep 25, 2016 at 7:45 PM UTC
varshinir93
Lost hope, no more
Please don’t study for 21 hours and sleep only for 3, Please don’t worry yourself into a panic about deadlines, Please don’t lose yourself while worrying about the whole **** world, Please don’t. Pamper yourself, get that bubble bath, Go buy a pint of ice-cream and watch that thing you like, Block people who are negative, put photos up of your friends, Self-care is important. - Me, learning after a semester of breakdowns and lost hope.
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Bending forward trying to read the tiny print on the screen; I'll work it out. This shouldn't be so hard, as far as I can see it's a simple twist of the fingers here, a steady hand there; I can do this. Confidence will lift, pamper, use the razors edge & streak it's way to independence and stability.
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Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC
renae
Confidence
Bending forward trying to read the tiny print on the screen; I'll work it out. This shouldn't be so hard, as far as I can see it's a simple twist of the fingers here, a steady hand there; I can do this. Confidence will lift, pamper, use the razors edge & streak it's way to independence and stability.
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lighting up a cigarette feels really great taking its small puff is living happily, enough? the ash is falling and so do we the smoke is rising and that's what we aim to be the cigarette burns it deep and so we've to perceive to have a successful reap for smoky appreciation we'll receive the first puff could be choking but do we quit smoking? alike failures are the stepping stone arise, no one will pamper you're all alone burn out like a cigarette to achieve something great fall like ash, rise like smoke learn it from cigarette dear folk don't panic if something goes wrong have patience and stay strong after all a cigarette is finally thrown as we die our body/story is sown...
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Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 7:19 AM UTC
Nirvanamnihal
Be A Cigarette...
lighting up a cigarette feels really great taking its small puff is living happily, enough? the ash is falling and so do we the smoke is rising and that's what we aim to be the cigarette burns it deep and so we've to perceive to have a successful reap for smoky appreciation we'll receive the first puff could be choking but do we quit smoking? alike failures are the stepping stone arise, no one will pamper you're all alone burn out like a cigarette to achieve something great fall like ash, rise like smoke learn it from cigarette dear folk don't panic if something goes wrong have patience and stay strong after all a cigarette is finally thrown as we die our body/story is sown...
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often ignored neglected pamper them                                                    we                                                    depend                                                                    on our                                                                     feet
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Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 8:01 AM UTC
martin
Feets of engineering (10 words)
often ignored neglected pamper them                                                    we                                                    depend                                                                    on our                                                                     feet
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Better to be a live dog than a dead lion. Better to be a rollin' log than a lumberjack cryin'. Better to be a drunken fool than a junkie's spoon. Better to be a happy camper than a hurtin' unit. Better to be a fresh pamper than full of **** ©2000
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Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 8:20 AM UTC
irving-macpherson
Live Dog
Better to be a live dog than a dead lion. Better to be a rollin' log than a lumberjack cryin'. Better to be a drunken fool than a junkie's spoon. Better to be a happy camper than a hurtin' unit. Better to be a fresh pamper than full of **** ©2000
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66% is the Devil Point... I have 6 courses abandoned at 66%.. The greatest power Devil has is not temptation, It is boredom and procrastination It is the mid-point sway... It is the collapse of the pre-frontal cortex, when we reach half-way through our goal, when we are too far from our starting point, and too far from our ending point, We don't know why we began, We don't know where we will end. So the Devil point kicks in at 66% completion, And makes us procrastinate, makes us feel "meh" Brave thru it, ye fellow warrior, Just do the tiniest bit needed in a day, Just tie your shoes laces and half the race is won Make a cup of tea.. and the article is written Clear some clog in the room, and the painting is done.. So, to bump over that comfortable resting point... that lethargic 66% mid-way stop, pamper yourself with something momentarily and just do ONE small thing every day 'Cause I promise you this, when you have inched to 80% you will be fuelled again with images of victory all doubt and disbelief and lethargy will be thwarted You will forget pain and other creature comforts You will cruise through the finish line..
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Jun 9, 2017
Jun 9, 2017 at 5:48 AM UTC
mirror
66% - The Procrastination Point
66% is the Devil Point... I have 6 courses abandoned at 66%.. The greatest power Devil has is not temptation, It is boredom and procrastination It is the mid-point sway... It is the collapse of the pre-frontal cortex, when we reach half-way through our goal, when we are too far from our starting point, and too far from our ending point, We don't know why we began, We don't know where we will end. So the Devil point kicks in at 66% completion, And makes us procrastinate, makes us feel "meh" Brave thru it, ye fellow warrior, Just do the tiniest bit needed in a day, Just tie your shoes laces and half the race is won Make a cup of tea.. and the article is written Clear some clog in the room, and the painting is done.. So, to bump over that comfortable resting point... that lethargic 66% mid-way stop, pamper yourself with something momentarily and just do ONE small thing every day 'Cause I promise you this, when you have inched to 80% you will be fuelled again with images of victory all doubt and disbelief and lethargy will be thwarted You will forget pain and other creature comforts You will cruise through the finish line..
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A woman                   will be                   as girly as             you pamper her,             as intelligent as           you challenge her,             and as sensual as               you entice her,                 so touch her                     without             using your hands.                      Taste           her mind and you                       might            realize that you've                 been starving                                                                                  Jon York  2010
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Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 7:53 AM UTC
jon-york
Realize That You've Been Starving
A woman                   will be                   as girly as             you pamper her,             as intelligent as           you challenge her,             and as sensual as               you entice her,                 so touch her                     without             using your hands.                      Taste           her mind and you                       might            realize that you've                 been starving                                                                                  Jon York  2010
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There is a strong sentimental attachment to an old dark blue pickup with pin stripping Hadn't driven it in years…its tires were loosing air Intentions of getting it road worthy were slipping A neighbor spied it … asking if it was for sale Saying he needed something like it for hauling With a sigh… I relinquished my keepsake affection With a boost… it sputtered… then purred without stalling Too late to reconsider and backing out of the deal... Giving a gentle pat to the shinny chrome bumper I lovingly said, 'Take care of the ol' girl... she'll be good to you if you maintain and pamper'
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Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 1:24 PM UTC
sean-tyler-b
1984 Dodge Pickup
There is a strong sentimental attachment to an old dark blue pickup with pin stripping Hadn't driven it in years…its tires were loosing air Intentions of getting it road worthy were slipping A neighbor spied it … asking if it was for sale Saying he needed something like it for hauling With a sigh… I relinquished my keepsake affection With a boost… it sputtered… then purred without stalling Too late to reconsider and backing out of the deal... Giving a gentle pat to the shinny chrome bumper I lovingly said, 'Take care of the ol' girl... she'll be good to you if you maintain and pamper'
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i am a phonographic record and you are the ears that hear me i cant compare my music to malignant mammographies and the phantasmagoria of cash or to hash-browns and flapjacks or to a purple field drowning in wisteria yes, i am hysterical too like elderberry syrup and cough drops popping like its hot so we japa till we drop, it all yes, everything so give it a chance see your face in the reflection of a pool of moonlight a **** bather a fool at the equator equates to nothing so i undress my unctuousness a congruent confluence like blood on an apartment building wall a pox in your cereal boxes flu shots and mandatory vaccinations without informed consent we are experiencing a loss of the immaterial if we pamper ourselves with distraction we attract the repulsive side of thy will
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Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 8:27 PM UTC
ganesha-michael-shapiro
what we attract
i am a phonographic record and you are the ears that hear me i cant compare my music to malignant mammographies and the phantasmagoria of cash or to hash-browns and flapjacks or to a purple field drowning in wisteria yes, i am hysterical too like elderberry syrup and cough drops popping like its hot so we japa till we drop, it all yes, everything so give it a chance see your face in the reflection of a pool of moonlight a **** bather a fool at the equator equates to nothing so i undress my unctuousness a congruent confluence like blood on an apartment building wall a pox in your cereal boxes flu shots and mandatory vaccinations without informed consent we are experiencing a loss of the immaterial if we pamper ourselves with distraction we attract the repulsive side of thy will
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I am a thousand hooded Cobra The king of all poisonous snakes I can dance beautifully And I live in India from times immemorial I am totally different from Other cobras in the world Though my bite is venomous People continue to worship me Because I have got The religious sanctity I adorn Lord Shiva’s neck And I am the couch for Lord Vishnu Many people try to squeeze My poison out of my teeth And some rationalists tried to **** me But they can not **** my race I will grow at enormous pace I will continue to **** the people But they will continue to worship me The politicians continue to pamper me
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Dec 28, 2010
Dec 28, 2010 at 2:56 AM UTC
jvl-narasimha-rao
The thousand hooded cobra
I am a thousand hooded Cobra The king of all poisonous snakes I can dance beautifully And I live in India from times immemorial I am totally different from Other cobras in the world Though my bite is venomous People continue to worship me Because I have got The religious sanctity I adorn Lord Shiva’s neck And I am the couch for Lord Vishnu Many people try to squeeze My poison out of my teeth And some rationalists tried to **** me But they can not **** my race I will grow at enormous pace I will continue to **** the people But they will continue to worship me The politicians continue to pamper me
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I want to write that poem. The one that will make you *** in your pants. Make you click up your heels, dance on your father's grave. Then your mother will become an emancipated slave! To punch that bully square in the face, the one that made you want to erase your grade school years. I want this poem to make you feel so **** get you to can dance around naked without a fear. I want it to help you find a lover, someone who will pamper your heart like no other. Maybe it can help you patch up family arguments. Instead of calling that guy an ******* you can actually acknowledge he is your brother. Hopefully, it can raise the dead. Let the answers you desire become said. The children you wish on a star for, turn around and they appear. Don't want them? Make a wish and they are removed , a few miles from here. Here, take this. Use it to dry those heavy tears. Who knows? It may even compliment your saggy rear!
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May 19, 2010
May 19, 2010 at 11:28 PM UTC
kali-ma
Peace poem
I want to write that poem. The one that will make you *** in your pants. Make you click up your heels, dance on your father's grave. Then your mother will become an emancipated slave! To punch that bully square in the face, the one that made you want to erase your grade school years. I want this poem to make you feel so **** get you to can dance around naked without a fear. I want it to help you find a lover, someone who will pamper your heart like no other. Maybe it can help you patch up family arguments. Instead of calling that guy an ******* you can actually acknowledge he is your brother. Hopefully, it can raise the dead. Let the answers you desire become said. The children you wish on a star for, turn around and they appear. Don't want them? Make a wish and they are removed , a few miles from here. Here, take this. Use it to dry those heavy tears. Who knows? It may even compliment your saggy rear!
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