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I was only 9 years old. I pray to Shrek every night, thanking him for the life I’ve been given. “Shrek is love” I say, “Shrek is life." My dad hears me and calls me a ****** I knew he was just jealous of my devotion to Shrek. I called him a **** He hits me and sends me to sleep. I'm crying now and my face hurts. I lay in bed, really cold. I feel something warm... It's Shrek! I was so happy. He whispers in my ear "This is my swamp." He grabs me with his ogre hands, and puts me on my hands and knees. I'm ready. I spread my *** cheeks for Shrek. He penetrates my ******** It hurts so much, but I do it for Shrek. I can feel my **** tearing and eyes watering. I want to please Shrek. He roars a mighty roar as he fills my **** with his love. My dad walks in. Shrek looks him straight in the eye and says, "It's all ogre now." Shrek leaves through my window. Shrek is love. Shrek is life.
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Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 6:41 PM UTC
shrek is love, shrek is life
Galaxy gardener sailing a ship, through endless horizons it makes a trip. She/he looks into the inky canvas blend, then scatters some seeds in the spacial rend. What does await this brave lovely soul, when we see the universe's gears roll. Ionizing radiation penetrates through, while watering can always holds true. Space turf gingerly shovelled over seeds, her/his forehead adorned with water beads. Nitrogenous nutrients now nuzzled into, the serene slumbering seedlings to be. Galaxy gardener greets growing greens, lively lushscious leaves forward leans. Wormhole worn star systems she/he fixes up, as does she/he proudly prune her/his wondrous crop. Many a plant has grown under her/his care, yet she/he never feasts on the fruits they bear.
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Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 1:49 AM UTC
Galaxy Gardener
Your body against mine, no fabric in between. Your body so smooth, nothing but perfection to me. Heart races, beads of sweat build on our skin. Penetrates deep, and diving deeper. Pure ecstasy.
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Feb 7, 2022
Feb 7, 2022 at 9:39 PM UTC
So Sensual
Your fragrance is like a whisper in the dark. It penetrates the silence.
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Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 4:42 AM UTC
A whisper
Turquoise in the morning light The treetops are alive With the myriad of birdsong As the swirling mists arrive And the shaft of brilliant sunshine Penetrates the greenish gloom To illuminate the craggy ridge In a honeyed, golden bloom. The rabbits head for burrows Retreating from the night, A flock of teal, in unison, Explosively take flight, There’s a freshness in the morning air A tingle to the skin And the twinkle in the blue eyes Lets a secret smile begin. Autumn in the country glade The russets and the gold, The song of early crickets In the leafy knoll takes hold, There’s a brilliance in the crispness In the piles of windblown leaves And the healthy crunch of underfoot Invokes a sense of ease. The peacefulness is calming The solace in the sound Of the distant song of blackbird In the tall oaks that surround And the velvet feel of morning Thrills the mind to warmly hum To the glory of occasion In the warmth of Autumn sun. Marshalg Beneath the reds and golds of Autumn leafage. 14 May 2012 © 2012 Marshal Gebbie
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May 15, 2012
May 15, 2012 at 2:09 AM UTC
Warmth of Autumn Sun
I was only nine years old, I loved Shrek so much. I pray to Shrek each night. "Shrek is love" I say, "Shrek is life." My dad hears me and calls me a ****** I knew he was just jealous of my devotion to Shrek. I called him a **** He hits me and sends me to sleep. I'm crying now and my face hurts. I lay in bed, really cold. I feel something warm... It's Shrek! I was so happy. He whispers in my ear "This is my swamp." He grabs me with his ogre hands, and puts me on my hands and knees. I'm ready. I spread my *** cheeks for Shrek. He penetrates my ******** It hurts so much, but I do it for Shrek. I can feel my **** tearing and eyes watering. I want to please Shrek. He roars a mighty roar as he fills my **** with his love. My dad walks in. Shrek looks him straight in the eye and says, "It's all ogre now." Shrek leaves through my window. Shrek is love. Shrek is life.
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Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 6:47 AM UTC
Shrek is love
Exquisite Unique Become what you seek What is complete? How deep is your deep? Experience each moment You've earned it own it Fractal Vibrations one component Love comes from the soul Penetrate fills hatreds holes Twisting time with rhythmic rhyme Reading signs put in these lines Witness all the mental smoke Instigator stab and poke Give it all till I'm broke Passion hitting in one big stroke Time to come alive Elevate each other we'll thrive More than survive Unknown we can dive Vibrate till I turn to dust Never taste the center eat my crust In rhymes I trust..so full I bust Flow so fluid I'll never rust Now I can be flashy..tell a tale Not a one hundred percent sometimes I fail Pierce my heart with a rusty nail Darkness takes over but love prevails Imagination stretch..memorize every turn Set fire to your mind feel the burn Knowledge from pain is how we learn Balance will reward you with what you earn Wisdom doesn't flow from all that speak Truths are hidden which is why we seek We all must climb to reach your peak Creates who we are..Exquisite...Unique!!
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Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 5:48 PM UTC
Exquisite..Unique
The rose is obsolete but each petal ends in an edge, the double facet cementing the grooved columns of air—The edge cuts without cutting meets—nothing—renews itself in metal or porcelain— whither? It ends— But if it ends the start is begun so that to engage roses becomes a geometry— Sharper, neater, more cutting figured in majolica— the broken plate glazed with a rose Somewhere the sense makes copper roses steel roses— The rose carried weight of love but love is at an end—of roses It is at the edge of the petal that love waits Crisp, worked to defeat laboredness—fragile plucked, moist, half-raised cold, precise, touching What The place between the petal’s edge and the From the petal’s edge a line starts that being of steel infinitely fine, infinitely rigid penetrates the Milky Way without contact—lifting from it—neither hanging nor pushing— The fragility of the flower unbruised penetrates space
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The Rose
I'll ravage your flesh with a ferocious hunger, devoid of any restraint or inhibition, as I immerse myself in the pursuit of satiating my most primal desires. With every inhale, the intoxicating scent of your flower captivates my senses, leaving me lusting for the delectable sweetness that lies within. It's a flavor that seduces like a symphony playing upon my taste buds, awakening an insatiable craving that consumes me from within. So, my love, settle upon my tongue and allow yourself to indulge in the enchanting sensations that await you there. Feel the heat of my breath mingling with your essence, teasing and coaxing, guiding you towards the pinnacle of pleasure. As the strands of your hair intertwine with my grasp, I will shape our movements with unwavering confidence, leading you through the tumultuous symphony of our desire. In my presence, the strength of our connection will resonate through every fiber of your being. Your legs will surrender to their trembling under the weight of our intense union, while your heart and soul collide with a force so powerful it leaves no doubts or hesitation in your mind. You will know, without the shadow of a doubt, that you belong to me and me alone. And allow me to confess, my darling, that my words possess a hypnotic quality that penetrates your very core. Even before my teeth sink into the tender flesh of your neck, my lips will grace its surface, ascending its contours like a mountaineer seeking the highest summit. With every touch, every caress, the walls within you will yield gradually and willingly, testaments to the profound pleasure I offer and the ecstasy we create together. As our passionate encounter reaches its zenith, I want you to revel in the knowledge that every moment has been a sensational surrender to the depths of desire. My whispers, soft as silk against your ear, will affirm the undeniable truth that our connection is beyond question or doubt. It is a truth that we share, etched upon our very beings, binding us together in an unbreakable bond. In the end, my love, there is no room for uncertainty. Your complete and utter enjoyment of our encounters is not a mere fleeting possibility but an irrefutable reality that we both embrace. In the whispers of our ecstasy, in the echoes of our connection, the affirmation resounds loudly and clearly:      __You belong to me, my love... and forevermore,             you shall remain mine and mine alone.__
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Feb 10, 2024
Feb 10, 2024 at 12:08 PM UTC
My belongings
I'll ravage your flesh with a ferocious hunger, devoid of any restraint or inhibition, as I immerse myself in the pursuit of satiating my most primal desires. With every inhale, the intoxicating scent of your flower captivates my senses, leaving me lusting for the delectable sweetness that lies within. It's a flavor that seduces like a symphony playing upon my taste buds, awakening an insatiable craving that consumes me from within. So, my love, settle upon my tongue and allow yourself to indulge in the enchanting sensations that await you there. Feel the heat of my breath mingling with your essence, teasing and coaxing, guiding you towards the pinnacle of pleasure. As the strands of your hair intertwine with my grasp, I will shape our movements with unwavering confidence, leading you through the tumultuous symphony of our desire. In my presence, the strength of our connection will resonate through every fiber of your being. Your legs will surrender to their trembling under the weight of our intense union, while your heart and soul collide with a force so powerful it leaves no doubts or hesitation in your mind. You will know, without the shadow of a doubt, that you belong to me and me alone. And allow me to confess, my darling, that my words possess a hypnotic quality that penetrates your very core. Even before my teeth sink into the tender flesh of your neck, my lips will grace its surface, ascending its contours like a mountaineer seeking the highest summit. With every touch, every caress, the walls within you will yield gradually and willingly, testaments to the profound pleasure I offer and the ecstasy we create together. As our passionate encounter reaches its zenith, I want you to revel in the knowledge that every moment has been a sensational surrender to the depths of desire. My whispers, soft as silk against your ear, will affirm the undeniable truth that our connection is beyond question or doubt. It is a truth that we share, etched upon our very beings, binding us together in an unbreakable bond. In the end, my love, there is no room for uncertainty. Your complete and utter enjoyment of our encounters is not a mere fleeting possibility but an irrefutable reality that we both embrace. In the whispers of our ecstasy, in the echoes of our connection, the affirmation resounds loudly and clearly:      __You belong to me, my love... and forevermore,             you shall remain mine and mine alone.__
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Dear friends and family, Have you ever noticed the silence of the forest? Not a sound penetrates these dense thickets of brown and green, and when you walk you can feel the stillness, the tranquillity and serene. Footsteps stir the dust creating a blizzard, it stays when you progress, even the earth's natural instinct is to dissolve back into nothing. The forest light never shines, and come to think of it neither does mine, because i've travelled deep enough in and there is no returning. The fauna here is beautiful, so much life when there is death, birds chirping out their sweet call as if begging for me to not end this nature walk, and when I do I know they wont stop chirping, their life will go on, as will you when you come to terms with what I've done. I have to find the perfect spot and more than not a perfect place, because when I leave this earth I want to give back to natures grace. I will be a bird, free to explore the next journey without the burden of the world. I am ready, I want to fly with the assistance of my noose I wont have to stay alive. Dear friends and family, Have you ever noticed the stillness of the forest? because I do not make a sound.
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Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 5:27 PM UTC
Aokighara
Oh it's all hanging threads, Hanging ligaments with drops of red: Vines without poles - flesh without bones. Events roll out in scarlatine flashes: Eyes in crowd flap down their eyelashes And in silence the suspense grows strong; The bricks are set, the façade is over, But from within, the house still lacks a structure: One penetrates rooms without walls. A memory from the depth is brought up, A storyline used to link so many dispersed dots: Leaves are flying free as the childhood tree rots... Oh it's all hanging threads Hanging sources, hanging roots: Scars over the sun revolving in loops. And the conduit narrows down, Leaks a single bolt of light to glow: An empty room as throne and crown And a thorn, pain escaping death, A frown of estrangement in the face Of all that's known - what's most unknown. Spectators stare deceptively While promises of relief are spared; They too are suspended in the air... Oh it's all hanging threads Hanging loose, hanging dead; Waiting for the artisan to ease the noose.
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Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 11:21 PM UTC
Hanging Threads (2017)
This sheen, it is a soothing glow of moonlight, This night, it is a calming show of moonlight. I ponder, thinking about the rosewater Of love, seeing it in the flow of moonlight. I see silver-wings in the waving waters, Spread widely, as if it's a crow of moonlight. I view something in my imagination: It's smelling like lilies that brow of moonlight. Is that an ode to moonbeams, that silver shape? In the sky there's a bowing bow of moonlight. Let's sway like the trees in the midnight breeze! Silently in the meadow of moonlight. The silence penetrates the lonely night, Mâhî, that it is calm, you know of moonlight.
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Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 3:59 PM UTC
Moonlight
perpetual expeditions amidst this hazy twilight, periwinkled vistas ensnaring me in buzzzzzzzzzzzz the sound penetrates my ear drum black and yellow rabble-rouser this rambunctious little menace a pomegranate eternally ripe, giving me life gilled, scaled, underwater creature emerging from the deep, boundless rift two tantalizing tigers troublesome, treacherous and she laid there— undisturbed, unaware jabbed in her side by a M1903 Springfield soothed state rattled, shattered wincing from the poke of the blunt end of the gun the sleeping lady slept no more poor fellows, how were they supposed to hold on to it without opposable thumbs? the distressed damsel appeared grotesque, flailing and fidgeting at the sight of her surroundings surface rocking beneath my feat, my trusty elephant’s weak ankles shattering my already shattered stability i had no more time for such nonsenses buzzing sounds burned deep into my psyche the soft-spoken horizon called out to me calling for me to continue on into the enigmatic expanse
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Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 12:14 PM UTC
Dream Caused by the Flight of a Bumblebee around a Pomegranate a Second Before Awakening
The winds have died, but flowers go on falling; birds call, but silence penetrates each song. The Mystery! Unknowable, unlearnable. The virtue of Kannon.
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The Winds Have Died
Behold! that drawing in                  of breath                          a minty               entanglement    of starlit senses How they curl        like the opposite                of smoke over the very insides      of my            earthen throat                          crackle of        autumnal breezes           whooshing through like a beacon And in that split-second right before deep freeze my molecules    rise and fall        in the rhythm             of snowflakes each one a unique entity    dusting the             solid soil                 with loamy richness                     and simultaneous               feather impressions                of relief Now like silk draped alabaster I am cooled Like sweet         river water   I flow        rocked by the slow churn of growing freedom              that alights my pores arises in tender stillness      through the           looming forests            of my skin               penetrates the                   unseen journey of                      my night                  as demulcent           and persistent as the balmy petals   of a    raging, fiery     bloom
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Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 5:17 PM UTC
The Rhythm of Snowflakes
Behold! that drawing in                  of breath                          a minty               entanglement    of starlit senses How they curl        like the opposite                of smoke over the very insides      of my            earthen throat                          crackle of        autumnal breezes           whooshing through like a beacon And in that split-second right before deep freeze my molecules    rise and fall        in the rhythm             of snowflakes each one a unique entity    dusting the             solid soil                 with loamy richness                     and simultaneous               feather impressions                of relief Now like silk draped alabaster I am cooled Like sweet         river water   I flow        rocked by the slow churn of growing freedom              that alights my pores arises in tender stillness      through the           looming forests            of my skin               penetrates the                   unseen journey of                      my night                  as demulcent           and persistent as the balmy petals   of a    raging, fiery     bloom
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Call me fox and I will call you Jaguar I normally walk the paths gawking at every creature I pass squawking loudly, regurgitating my wisdom distastefully I spoke like coyote foolisly I continued on my way, in hopes of a creature large and as fearsome as fearsome as you Jaguar to strike respect and fear into my heart and my actions so that my meaning would not be soiled by my uncomely behavior as I stalked you for days on the forrest floor looking, watching your muscles flow over your skeleton in a magestically dangerous motion You can feel me in the place all creatures feel, sense, and connect as one there is unspoken understanding between you and I oh powerful warrior and I am to know my place in the order you are beautiful and fascinating to me a worthy objective on my walk you are a specimen of the wonder of the world of the god-like integrity and compassion that penetrates the soul you leave the marrow intact within the bone for me to treasure for my mouth to salivate and consume in haste but in awe of the judgement you pass the power bestowed unto you without a single act of self rightousness we sleep on the same earthen bed we dream from the same deep sleep we touch, our stories, our tales of survival they reach one another intuitively and so long as I mind my place silence my ego I will forever walk beside you, following in your gracious example as we venture deep with in the forrests density living vicariously beside one another
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May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 7:45 AM UTC
Fox and Jaguar
My pain comes from within. My pain goes deeper into my soul. My love dies right here. It penetrates you then kills you. I've hurt so many people but I can't hurt you. I just want to be strong. I just want to know who I am. Why don't I know? Why can't I be normal? Why can't everything be easy? Why can't I be in control? My mind is broken. My life is upside down. My love is hard to find. My faith is nonexistent. Everything is ruined. Every night I dream of death. Every night is worse than the last. Every dream is on fire. All night long I cry. All night I stay awake. All day I think about that nightmare. All but three think I'm crazy. My three best friends.
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Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 8:58 PM UTC
Nightmares
There are archers in rooftops 270 meters to my east They account for the wind They feel the humidity as the air condensates on the back of their neck Crawling down their spine They inhale Let out their carbon in a slow steady sigh Their target is at the door to my dorm room My door creeks open The archers let the cord to their payment slide down the mountainous ridges on the end of their fingers One archers whispers "for freedom" The arrow soars to the window that lets light pour onto my covers Glass shatters The thud of a body falls to the floor I sit up A thousand grasshoppers replace my bones The hairs on my arms are attentive The lights illuminate my illusions I stare at my own body on the floor I fall to my knees Meeting my eyes to the dead stare so familiar in mirrors Finally This monster is dead A ****** arrow stands from his forehead From his toes to his hair, he falls to ashes The broken window letting in a breeze that vaccums the ashes from the room All that's left An arrow stuck to my floor The arrow penetrates a photograph I lift the picture to take a closer look A hole covers the eyes What gives it away is the smile The complection Finally This monster is dead
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Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 9:43 PM UTC
Lamp Shades Become Spartan Shields When The Night Begins To Talk
His eyes penetrate the mirror, And the glass penetrates him back. Tears rain down his cheeks, And his semblance undergoes a crack. His head hits the pillow, His eyelashes flutter along to dreams. Mother watches with weepy eyes, Then sunlight through the window beams. His heart flutters like a leaf in a breeze, Excited by the man before his eyes. For years he has struggled With this affection he was taught to despise. Even as his heart tells him what to do, The boy continues to hide his truth. It seems there is much to lose, It seems a way to ruin his youth. But the secret ails him— A condition untreated. Without exploration, His heart remains defeated. Destruction clasps onto him, an iron grip, And his demons come alive. He begins to hate himself, Struggling to survive. Hatred finds him during his adolescence— Like a deadly blade wishing him dead. To survive, he learns a simple truth— His beliefs must be shed. Now a cloak of happiness hangs from his shoulders— His boyfriend is in his arms. He has parted with society’s silly notions, Of which only dealt him harm.
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Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 11:46 PM UTC
The Shedding of Beliefs
his touch lingers caressing intimately feeling his lips graze the breadth of me mesmerized... scent of him remain in deep recesses of my mind enthralled... as if, he's still pulsates within; each ****** ignites, every glide excites I sigh in beggary... as whispers in thoughts of him dwell deep; tongue penetrates, body relentlessly, seeps loving me from my hair follicles to my toes... in thought, I languidly pose mesmerized...
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Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 3:07 AM UTC
Mesmerized
Watch me as I unwrap... passionate, In the drench of our rain..... And night falls... A silent murmur Where the heart pauses, A malachite shadow Penetrates fire, Burning A flame's fierce lick Beneath pulse... Somewhere.... His smile touches Warming the red sea of my heart Pulsating ripples, spread Soliloquies upon my skin Orated in Southern sighs... Slowly... Desire engages, ******* hardening Under tongue's brush; Moist ripe, swollen folds Tempt his lips to kiss my yielding Where breath catches, And I ... smolder within each touch... Drenched.. My scent quivers languor, Rhapsodic, Drowning pools, orchid petaled Finger parted... tender; Under sweet seduction, Stirring the supple bloom, Tasting the restless currents That throb through my milky sea... Small moans... Electric blue hangs the air.. Primal lust etching curves, Tracing dewy flesh, Heating Skin on skin, ****** scent….arousing, Tongue brushed hardness Between dampened lips... Hot.... The scorching sear... stigmata Sin licks along thighs, Essence, dripping, S W E E T Sensory overload, Breaking my binds... Feed... My appetite, I am.. lashes soft, licking thoughts No words No words... Just.... Feed the need that overwhelms, Grow inside me, Fill me once again.......
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Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 1:13 PM UTC
And Night Falls:
it's only deep in the night when my mind wanders most that i ponder why another night of drinking alone is the status quo. it's when i wonder why the wheel that started spinning so long ago keeps spinning, in the same direction and general speed. deep in the night is when the doubts and regrets run rampant like rioters through the square, flipping cars amidst flaming tires. it's when the needs and the wants clash for supremacy, assuring the mutual destruction of each. loves lost carve their names into my neocortex. where dreams unrealized fill their time by playing ping-ping until they're ****** from the backburner to manic importance. deep in the night is when blood-shot eyes and blaring computer monitors have a staring contest. deep in it, thought becomes reaction and the beans spill accordingly. knee-deep and we're ravaging the calm into frenzy and burning the books of our beliefs and abandoning rationale in favor of the spectre of immediate gratification at any cost, at any loss. deep in the night where no light penetrates, things become somehow illuminated.
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Jul 10, 2011
Jul 10, 2011 at 12:41 PM UTC
deep
The emotions of a human Can be lightly Played and strummed It can resemble the steady beat of a heart The sound cannot be replicated Repeated or duplicated Once the disturbing melody starts The highest strings Penetrates the mind Representing the sadness and anxiety For now you are quite alone The shrillness will increase in strength But will remain dark in tone The lower strings They are the loss of hope Relaying disillusion These strings are taut Specifically for you In my composition I will most certainly use them To complete my vengeful melodies The strands I pluck and choose Shall be your life's situation For you, my sly one are the harp And I am the musician I strum the strings one by one In a familiar rhythm, you know I am smiling at your rapid demise As your heart implodes silently and slow I will continue to play you Throughout your life My tunes filled with retribution Have no doubt We both know it is true You are the harp And I am the musician The strange and eerie song I play Notes chose for their intent For all the damage you have caused my dear The strings I choose will represent Now I perform this song For your blackened soul Upon which there will be many lesions Till the echoes of this music Shall drive you into madness For you are the harp my darling I am the musician This poem is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws Section 512(c)(3) of the U.S. Copyright Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Tammy M. Darby
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Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 6:01 PM UTC
You are the Harp
The emotions of a human Can be lightly Played and strummed It can resemble the steady beat of a heart The sound cannot be replicated Repeated or duplicated Once the disturbing melody starts The highest strings Penetrates the mind Representing the sadness and anxiety For now you are quite alone The shrillness will increase in strength But will remain dark in tone The lower strings They are the loss of hope Relaying disillusion These strings are taut Specifically for you In my composition I will most certainly use them To complete my vengeful melodies The strands I pluck and choose Shall be your life's situation For you, my sly one are the harp And I am the musician I strum the strings one by one In a familiar rhythm, you know I am smiling at your rapid demise As your heart implodes silently and slow I will continue to play you Throughout your life My tunes filled with retribution Have no doubt We both know it is true You are the harp And I am the musician The strange and eerie song I play Notes chose for their intent For all the damage you have caused my dear The strings I choose will represent Now I perform this song For your blackened soul Upon which there will be many lesions Till the echoes of this music Shall drive you into madness For you are the harp my darling I am the musician This poem is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws Section 512(c)(3) of the U.S. Copyright Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Tammy M. Darby
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A pale green Siren With fair skin, and the distant Aroma of coffee beans... Behind her, a broad, White-bearded old man Grinning, stares through my head... And above, the dull hum Of an apple, a single bite missing, Penetrates me with its glare... My eyes sting with tears. It's almost like they need To force us to be human.
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Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 4:44 PM UTC
Therapy