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"pricy" poems
gracing the streets, with her pink stilleto and a pricy frappuccino— she barely sips they can't take their eyes off her, well, who would? even i, i can't. she has class and elegance, money, power— what else is missing? oh, i know, the reason i stared at her for a minute. i just can't forget, how unbothered she is when she threw the empty cup on the ground. i wonder why she doesn't use her bills to buy some manners? oh wait— i forgot-- that's not for sale.
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Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 1:11 AM UTC
not for sale
It was quite a pickle, I have to say. It haunted me, Both night and day. You may believe One's never scary- But this pickle had me Very wary. My friends they said "For HEAVEN'S sake," The pickle's only A piece of cake!" So they went ahead And took a slice Now they could see It wasn't nice A rather bitter taste It did supply A rather salty cake- Their mouths were dry And without water (The pricy job, Of digging a well) They began to sob See this did nothing But deepen their thirst This pickle of mine Was one of the worst They were awful busy, They wouldn't chat So I stayed to talk To my hairless rat. And it had me concerned That the pickle had me beat And would run off with my tongue Down Mountainview Street He said the pickle would make me A fool in this town This thing would convict me So I swallowed it down.
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Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 12:24 AM UTC
Quite a Pickle
This is for all the girls Who think they aren’t skinny enough This is for all the girls Who think they aren’t pretty enough This is for all the guys Who think they have to act a little more “tough”, As if mere kindness isn’t enough. This, my friends, is for you. Our society today Has painted its own little picture Of how we should look So that guy’ll wanna “get wit cha” Of how to live and how to dream Of what to do and who to be Today it seems the only way to be “cool” Is to smoke a little and drink a few To stay out until all hours of the night Partying, getting higher than a kite See, what gets me confused is this The things we are told are right Are much different than what we see on TV If there is one thing I hate more than lying, It’s hypocrisy. We are told to exercise To get fit, and eat right Then what do we see? Models throwing up at night Scared Because the pressure is too much To eat is too pricy So food, they don’t touch. What is a model? Someone or something used as an example I don’t know about you, but When I shop, I grab up ALL the samples Starving isn’t realistic Nor is it “right” Regardless of your pant size, Regardless of your height. We are told that beauty is only skin deep That what really matters is all underneath I have yet to see one person at the VMAs With less than 5 makeup products on their face Why is that? There’s a simple Answer. Thanks to Maybelline and L’Oreal It costs 6 dollars for a beauty enhancer. Girls talk all the time About how there are no good guys out there. I hate to burst your bubble But saying that isn’t fair There are plenty of guys Who are respectful and kind But you push them away Without a care in your mind You want one thing Then it changes to another Because movies make you think You don’t have to really care for one another They show relationships as prideful, Full of lust and lies So when it comes to the real world, Kind guys are despised. So they mask their emotions with Hardness and Vulgarity Showing love on occasional, Rarely, and sparingly. See According to society, Men have to be “tough” Or else they are judged and pushed aside Left waiting for the one to call their bluff. This is for all the girls Who think they aren’t skinny enough This is for all the girls Who think they aren’t pretty enough This is for all the guys Who think they have to act a little more “tough”, You’re beautiful, you are loved. Don’t ever let anyone tell you You aren’t enough.
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Oct 19, 2012
Oct 19, 2012 at 4:07 PM UTC
This Is For You
This is for all the girls Who think they aren’t skinny enough This is for all the girls Who think they aren’t pretty enough This is for all the guys Who think they have to act a little more “tough”, As if mere kindness isn’t enough. This, my friends, is for you. Our society today Has painted its own little picture Of how we should look So that guy’ll wanna “get wit cha” Of how to live and how to dream Of what to do and who to be Today it seems the only way to be “cool” Is to smoke a little and drink a few To stay out until all hours of the night Partying, getting higher than a kite See, what gets me confused is this The things we are told are right Are much different than what we see on TV If there is one thing I hate more than lying, It’s hypocrisy. We are told to exercise To get fit, and eat right Then what do we see? Models throwing up at night Scared Because the pressure is too much To eat is too pricy So food, they don’t touch. What is a model? Someone or something used as an example I don’t know about you, but When I shop, I grab up ALL the samples Starving isn’t realistic Nor is it “right” Regardless of your pant size, Regardless of your height. We are told that beauty is only skin deep That what really matters is all underneath I have yet to see one person at the VMAs With less than 5 makeup products on their face Why is that? There’s a simple Answer. Thanks to Maybelline and L’Oreal It costs 6 dollars for a beauty enhancer. Girls talk all the time About how there are no good guys out there. I hate to burst your bubble But saying that isn’t fair There are plenty of guys Who are respectful and kind But you push them away Without a care in your mind You want one thing Then it changes to another Because movies make you think You don’t have to really care for one another They show relationships as prideful, Full of lust and lies So when it comes to the real world, Kind guys are despised. So they mask their emotions with Hardness and Vulgarity Showing love on occasional, Rarely, and sparingly. See According to society, Men have to be “tough” Or else they are judged and pushed aside Left waiting for the one to call their bluff. This is for all the girls Who think they aren’t skinny enough This is for all the girls Who think they aren’t pretty enough This is for all the guys Who think they have to act a little more “tough”, You’re beautiful, you are loved. Don’t ever let anyone tell you You aren’t enough.
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wolf ,          can you land meat ?             or are busy being needlessly cruel to 'lesser' peers ? could you even take a basic stalk about the woods ?             or would you be blistered                breaking in those brand new pricy walking boots ? a full moon ?    maybe you'd drink to excess on those nights ?    maybe pick a fight or beat on your loved ones                                    but whimper the next day ? that smart suit ? ridiculous over your fur heard you're on a trendy fad diet you fidget at your desk you fidget on your screen work is obscenely wasteful distractions are just plain obscene you are a coward to your soul soiled by domestic inactivity
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Jul 4, 2022
Jul 4, 2022 at 1:39 PM UTC
cower
I got braces when I was 16 that year I never kissed anyone but I made boys steal things from pricy bookstores I measure time by my teeth every year they get more crooked the older I get they seem to shift back to old territory old habits old now even smoking cigarettes feels boring when I walk into bookstores I leave sticky notes with advice I wish someone would have told me then they did but maybe if I had found it somewhere I was looking I might have paid more attention my retainer sits in a shelf collecting grime
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Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 3:44 PM UTC
Retainer
What's a moment without the thread? Every clock brakes and begins to slow So long since a tears been shed Hazy eyes don't look but low Seeing higher than the status quo Freely opressed like an opening window Lies are true and pride is gay Counting time from doe to doe Pricy fees I don't care to pay Menial lives of grass to hay Withering the vastest shade to grey Shaping paths into cracked Concrete My face plastered on your dismay Pulling me out to every heart beat Fates revealed from simple body heat Lying dead on a scorching sheet; Beginnings lost just as they were found Pictures taken as blind love meets Creatings reality out of invisible sound Judgement conceived with no one around Walking with chains nailed to the ground Fastened tightly to stop me from growing Drifting from pace enslaved as a hound Keeps me from where I need to be going Holding back all that i've been showing Planting emotions I shouldn't be sowing Igniting proposals of fragile connectivity Claim to be committed but I tend to do nothing Isolated inside of a crawling relativity With depleted self esteem disguised as complexity
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Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 12:22 PM UTC
Plastic Cogs
I HAVE FINALLY RE-EDITED AND FINISHED MY FIRST BOOK, FROM CRO MAGNON TO PRO AVERAGE MAN: AN ASSORMENT OF POEMS!!!!! Well, I have officially made my first book of poetry. The book is entitled From Cro Magnon to Pro Average Man: An Assortment of Poems. This was the first time I ever attempted making a book, and finally I have pulled it off!!! I made this book through the website: www.bookemon.com. Just a few minutes ago, I actually published the book on Bookemon for the whole world to buy! So, if you’ve wanted a copy all along, are interested in reading it now, and/or just want to help me keep chasing my dream of becoming a known-poet by paying for the book, YOU CAN!! Here’s what you do: You go to www.bookemon.com You enter “From Cro Magnon to Pro Average Man” into the search bar in the upper-right hand part of the screen. When you hit “Search,” my books should pop up!! MY books! I actually made it. There are two types of the book. A hardcover and a softcover version. It will say which version is which under the title. The hardcover version sells for $28.72, plus tax. And the softcover version sells for $18.07, plus tax. If you would be so awesomely-amazing to buy a copy, just hit ADD TO CART, Then scroll down and hit PROCEED TO CHECKOUT. Hit CONTINUE under GUEST CHECKOUT, and enter your information there. NOW, I KNOW THE BOOK IS KINDA PRICY, BUT BOOKEMON SETS THE PRICES THEMSELVES. MY APOLOGIES. Or, if you don’t have any money to spend and just want a little preview of the book, you can hit READ beside the book and get a free 20 page preview!! Again, thank you to everyone who has supported me through this long process of self-publishing my first book of poetry. And thanks in advance to anyone who is willing to buy the book and actually does. THAT WOULD MEAN THE LITERAL WORLD TO ME. Thank you all again. Now I have all my time devoted to the continuing and making of my second book, Pocket Change for Priceless Memories. It’s coming soon!! Thanks again everyone! Nick
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Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 11:32 PM UTC
I HAVE A BOOK NOW
I HAVE FINALLY RE-EDITED AND FINISHED MY FIRST BOOK, FROM CRO MAGNON TO PRO AVERAGE MAN: AN ASSORMENT OF POEMS!!!!! Well, I have officially made my first book of poetry. The book is entitled From Cro Magnon to Pro Average Man: An Assortment of Poems. This was the first time I ever attempted making a book, and finally I have pulled it off!!! I made this book through the website: www.bookemon.com. Just a few minutes ago, I actually published the book on Bookemon for the whole world to buy! So, if you’ve wanted a copy all along, are interested in reading it now, and/or just want to help me keep chasing my dream of becoming a known-poet by paying for the book, YOU CAN!! Here’s what you do: You go to www.bookemon.com You enter “From Cro Magnon to Pro Average Man” into the search bar in the upper-right hand part of the screen. When you hit “Search,” my books should pop up!! MY books! I actually made it. There are two types of the book. A hardcover and a softcover version. It will say which version is which under the title. The hardcover version sells for $28.72, plus tax. And the softcover version sells for $18.07, plus tax. If you would be so awesomely-amazing to buy a copy, just hit ADD TO CART, Then scroll down and hit PROCEED TO CHECKOUT. Hit CONTINUE under GUEST CHECKOUT, and enter your information there. NOW, I KNOW THE BOOK IS KINDA PRICY, BUT BOOKEMON SETS THE PRICES THEMSELVES. MY APOLOGIES. Or, if you don’t have any money to spend and just want a little preview of the book, you can hit READ beside the book and get a free 20 page preview!! Again, thank you to everyone who has supported me through this long process of self-publishing my first book of poetry. And thanks in advance to anyone who is willing to buy the book and actually does. THAT WOULD MEAN THE LITERAL WORLD TO ME. Thank you all again. Now I have all my time devoted to the continuing and making of my second book, Pocket Change for Priceless Memories. It’s coming soon!! Thanks again everyone! Nick
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the city's moon                                                    fixated in its peoples tics and behaviour                     crass and mentally fractured traction acts the loony satellite makes sway for rude construction                                                             padding our ego psychology nothing    simple    allowed we are all a manic reference of each other the city weather is steered                                      by currents of gossip withhold your info                culture clutches misguiding alliances     treasure your details                                                                     it is your only insurance this city                                             it's a view to thrill                                                            but it odors me til ill ****** privacy and get undressed too much time here   harbouring thirst       quibbling hurt feelings                                    signals ;  Life Emitting Distress so                                                     lock up the night city stars                                                   mar-glaring bulbs of pity-me                           staring about for vagrancy i flip up my hood              lucent pandery eyes span the communal routes    search us out       merchandise and mood i turn down an alleyway and am confronted                                           a vain and voyeuristic fan tail varieties cocktail of sales and entertainment ad lights send out sonar 'pings' wing-ed ; fencing judgement i wear pricy contacts to veil my retinas and my hood is lined with aluminium      i cough and concentrate on breath commemorate each step undertaken weaponize my walk eyes low my being is voided into guise heading further from the city centre i can straighten from my defensive pose in amongst the dwellings                            the urban effect dwindles kindled   instead   by the dosey soup wash of streetlights delights;   the holy crop of them webbing outward    retching past our boundaries                         shored back upon natures breath                       (so i imagine)
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Nov 8, 2022
Nov 8, 2022 at 9:03 PM UTC
c i t y L.E.D.s
the city's moon                                                    fixated in its peoples tics and behaviour                     crass and mentally fractured traction acts the loony satellite makes sway for rude construction                                                             padding our ego psychology nothing    simple    allowed we are all a manic reference of each other the city weather is steered                                      by currents of gossip withhold your info                culture clutches misguiding alliances     treasure your details                                                                     it is your only insurance this city                                             it's a view to thrill                                                            but it odors me til ill ****** privacy and get undressed too much time here   harbouring thirst       quibbling hurt feelings                                    signals ;  Life Emitting Distress so                                                     lock up the night city stars                                                   mar-glaring bulbs of pity-me                           staring about for vagrancy i flip up my hood              lucent pandery eyes span the communal routes    search us out       merchandise and mood i turn down an alleyway and am confronted                                           a vain and voyeuristic fan tail varieties cocktail of sales and entertainment ad lights send out sonar 'pings' wing-ed ; fencing judgement i wear pricy contacts to veil my retinas and my hood is lined with aluminium      i cough and concentrate on breath commemorate each step undertaken weaponize my walk eyes low my being is voided into guise heading further from the city centre i can straighten from my defensive pose in amongst the dwellings                            the urban effect dwindles kindled   instead   by the dosey soup wash of streetlights delights;   the holy crop of them webbing outward    retching past our boundaries                         shored back upon natures breath                       (so i imagine)
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All the good sports          go out for a run                        into the ice storm. They grimace and squint            in the headlights of cars                        on Riverside Drive. And they run as if for their lives             in this freezing rain                         that sheathes and has broken the leafless branches             along snow-plowed bike paths;                           ice-pellets ping off          their pricy goggles, their fluorescent shells,               as they struggle north                            to the pole where they always turn back               for the Christmas lights strung                        over the porches                welcoming home                those who might have been                         men.
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Jul 1, 2025
Jul 1, 2025 at 6:02 PM UTC
No Fear
s t a t i c populous city summer heat gloating these isolated nights poison anxious residents all strangers to their neighbours squared away bedded they coil about their trusted genitalia despising c o w e r wolf ,           could you even go stalking in the woods ?                  you'd get blisters                             breaking in pricy footwear           that smart suit ?                              ridiculous ;     covering your fur            you've become cowed by your domesticated soul
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Sep 11, 2022
Sep 11, 2022 at 7:58 PM UTC
brevity homework versions of ; 'static' & 'cower'
a semi seasonal species we are subject — — but many play out the Winter with long work hours and pricy imported foods
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Dec 11, 2021
Dec 11, 2021 at 11:52 AM UTC
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. you're at the front door                                     you're in through the front door   my door    without knocking face flushed with malice and ****** visions   "uh-huh" i say there's a cotten shopping bag                                               of who-fears-what   in one mitt and you throw yourself                                        on my sunken couch you unzip those mad pricy leather boots with flames down the sides and clutch your bag to your chest   with meaning and taunt         leaning toward                   a smile  crocodiles your face           your clock ; three forty seven your mind ; immersed in some midnight woo a witching verse and a fortune boastful and blue am i to be involved in your clockwork mockery ? (i have been your collaborator                                         and coal mine canary in the past)   do i even want to be invited ? i don't know any better   i am  as always  excited "alright, i'll bite .. what's in the bag ?" i say
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Oct 20, 2024
Oct 20, 2024 at 5:47 PM UTC
clear as a mockwork sporange
I want a hat to top myself off so to the hatters did call he measured me up and gave me a price. Hats come very pricy so listen to my advice if you want to get a hat then get ahead.
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May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 12:55 PM UTC
I want a hat.
I will be divided over peace if that is what it takes to uphold it. But I am divided into pieces. The back and forth of hard to decipher decisions. I know what i really want. I want to know what i really want. I hold the bill and i have sold it. My soul was paid for with blood. The proof is stamped on the bottom of my being. on the rock i rise from there is a word-Tetelestai It is finished. It is pricy and it is paid for. The price that he laid on the table to purchase a ***** is remarkable. I still catch my self trying to profiteer pennies to afford to buy myself a shiny new soul, i still stick my hands in places they dont belong It is finished, but it is old, Today I am in the stranglehold of silver, that i wish was the guillotine of gold. So i throw it back in the face of false promises and try again tomorrow. Why? When, Tetelestai.
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Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 12:17 AM UTC
Tetelestai. (inspired by LTP)
normal is what’s normal for me. i’ve got nice clothes, nicer than most. Pricy things that other girls would **** for, or shoplift, if they could get away with it. i have a room of my own, decorated to my taste and most of the time when i’m home, i hang out in there, alone. listen to music. read. do my homework. what more could a girl ask for, right? i mean, my life really isn’t so bad. is it?
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Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 10:59 PM UTC
But It Really Doesn’t Matter
Eve, bride of my pride Eve, beauty of my dreams Look at you, how you're-gorgeous Listen-feel-see, how you’re-glorious Magnificent, good-looking and golden As the unconquered summer moons Up high in nights with cloudless sky Burning the tiring night into a new day See how hearts sweet you make melt in your graceful glow See how you beautiful build, fascinating as a fountain flow Like smooth symphony of walking waves Rising and lessening in their peaceful runs to the wharves Your hair falls and floats in the bare breezes Sweet, tempting and teasing in their wheezes Lovely and lively like young river poplars sprigs in springs So soft long as satins wools strings Their stable stallion's tail straight strand ends Dancing with the winds wheezes and whispers Reflecting and glistening as in sun beams at vespers What a blend of sacred strand brands! Eve, instrument of my adores Eve, O my saint, mi amours! How beautiful is your trace So graceful, everything in its space All occupants in their rightful place Look at your face, like an infant angel’s So tender and soft, brilliant and bright So sacred and smooth just as purity light Overflowing with holiness and goodness Your slender neck tender, elegant as ascension’s splendours Your feels and fascinates, glances and reverences Your contemplations and obsessions, images and illusions Your desires and admires, your embraces and caresses So holy and venerable, like seraphs touching sacred salutations Your fragile soul, delicate in my arms Your feathery feels, light in my palms Your tender body, abandoned in my built So pious and precious, pleasured and treasured Eve, cherub of my pleads and praises Eve, goddess designed for me Dream, resurrected from mine Alloy, made from mine meats mettle Pretty and pricy, so gentle and brittle Flower, eternal instrument of my delights You burn my Hittite’s heart with softness and tenderness And all I dreams of, is your touches and catches-imminences Eve, apple of my youthful eye Rose of my maiden garden Pomegranate of my pleasures Eve, woman of my resting ribs A make of my make, glory of my cheery! How lovely you are! How excellent you are Covet of my cravings How wonderful you are Woman of my desires How piously holy you are Benediction of my adorations O my object of obsessions Dream of my awakes Slumber, sleep of my smooth soothes Massage of my mild caresses Soft, tenderness of my feels How do I wish to always wake In your peaceful palpable palms © Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.
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Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 4:08 AM UTC
EVE
Eve, bride of my pride Eve, beauty of my dreams Look at you, how you're-gorgeous Listen-feel-see, how you’re-glorious Magnificent, good-looking and golden As the unconquered summer moons Up high in nights with cloudless sky Burning the tiring night into a new day See how hearts sweet you make melt in your graceful glow See how you beautiful build, fascinating as a fountain flow Like smooth symphony of walking waves Rising and lessening in their peaceful runs to the wharves Your hair falls and floats in the bare breezes Sweet, tempting and teasing in their wheezes Lovely and lively like young river poplars sprigs in springs So soft long as satins wools strings Their stable stallion's tail straight strand ends Dancing with the winds wheezes and whispers Reflecting and glistening as in sun beams at vespers What a blend of sacred strand brands! Eve, instrument of my adores Eve, O my saint, mi amours! How beautiful is your trace So graceful, everything in its space All occupants in their rightful place Look at your face, like an infant angel’s So tender and soft, brilliant and bright So sacred and smooth just as purity light Overflowing with holiness and goodness Your slender neck tender, elegant as ascension’s splendours Your feels and fascinates, glances and reverences Your contemplations and obsessions, images and illusions Your desires and admires, your embraces and caresses So holy and venerable, like seraphs touching sacred salutations Your fragile soul, delicate in my arms Your feathery feels, light in my palms Your tender body, abandoned in my built So pious and precious, pleasured and treasured Eve, cherub of my pleads and praises Eve, goddess designed for me Dream, resurrected from mine Alloy, made from mine meats mettle Pretty and pricy, so gentle and brittle Flower, eternal instrument of my delights You burn my Hittite’s heart with softness and tenderness And all I dreams of, is your touches and catches-imminences Eve, apple of my youthful eye Rose of my maiden garden Pomegranate of my pleasures Eve, woman of my resting ribs A make of my make, glory of my cheery! How lovely you are! How excellent you are Covet of my cravings How wonderful you are Woman of my desires How piously holy you are Benediction of my adorations O my object of obsessions Dream of my awakes Slumber, sleep of my smooth soothes Massage of my mild caresses Soft, tenderness of my feels How do I wish to always wake In your peaceful palpable palms © Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.
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Squirrel fish, a pricy Chinese dish that I've been wanting for years. The beautiful. The sweet. The soft. The golden. The juicy. The crispy. The everything that I can imagine, has gone, when I finally can afford it.
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Feb 13, 2021
Feb 13, 2021 at 11:46 AM UTC
Squirrel fish
When the world is asleep my body can't lay and join with the rest of them in dark peace and pricy duvets The thought of your body tangled empty handed in your faded sheets makes my fingers itch for you My head is screaming your name I swear you could hear it I'm worried I might start saying it aloud one day It's getting late and I'm getting lonely or maybe I've been like this as long as I can remember When the world is falling asleep I feel my soul waking up and everything is different when I'm the only one who sees it
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Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 2:33 AM UTC
It's almost tomorrow
Profuse bleeding in and out of this space creeping left AND right in this place Fractured skulls smile in the dark crimson sphere as she's flying up there, without fear. It reels away, her pride, as they swing back and forth on that shared ride. Peeling away as he cries, never ending clawing when he tries. Forever it beats and never will it go forth as the vibration of hate intensifies. It flies away, his sigh, as they sit there and wonder why. Protecting the thing they devour in the end, simple little hearts it tries to defend. Welcoming a simple fraction, yet theirs is a stunning reaction. It smiles at the thought of a fight, yet to know what is right. Plastered are the things written in yellow, and a fluidity is seen so slow. Tomorrow is a just a word unknown, when today is the only thing shown, over and over again, whose name only ever waxes and can never wane. Pricy calls in the night bring an unsavory type, Cult followings of the man breathe intense hype. Asking just what we are is useless, when that thing makes us no better than nonsense. Beating and beating over again, it flows. Running and running, he knows. Poked into, a secret can only mean so much, mixable fluids make your eyes cold to the touch. Your lies bolster and make you reek, it's sad that they'll all be dead in a week. Rise up and smile on the world, here comes another animal with its rage to the devil sold.
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Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 3:30 PM UTC
Ronin's Opus IV