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Gentle acceleration secures your every need to lie unbroken In the midst of the opulence you have found Prompting the splendor of the arrival of mystical inquiries Into a tumultuous ocean of feelings unbound A deluge of fortune revered and proficiently secured Pours in the radiant warmth of cinder Polishing the obvious abundance of your need With moves so unbelievably tender Unbroken and unbound your intuition refines the spaces Once only exclusive to a well chosen few While all knowledge of the mysteries glowing in the cinder Plunge deeply into the soul of you You rejoice in the enlightenment of the opulent treasure Which empowers the depth of the knowing While watching from the shadows in the back of your mind Unbroken, unbound and glowing
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Jul 1, 2010
Jul 1, 2010 at 7:58 AM UTC
Unbroken and Unbound
Can you let me know How do you do it? The way you unlove me So easily, so smoothly. Can you tell me what, For what you did this to me? What's that which made you deceive me, proficiently. If you ever let me know Maybe I won't or never can I do it to some other and That's what differs, you and me. I wish, someone do the same to you on my behalf, someday maybe then you could know How it feels, to feel unwanted.
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Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 6:06 AM UTC
UNLOVED
We endeavor to construct boxes and file folders This life being ****** complex And messy to boot, so we approximate sanity By filling compartments and writing thumbnail biographies, And even though she packed the costume admirably (Already forty, mind you, but nowhere near gone to fat) Julie Newmar had already filled both outfit and niche (And never mind Halle Berry’s turn, Different raiment for a different time, after all, And one suspects the next iteration of said slinky supervillainess Will wear nothing more than feline-shaped ****** rings), Not to mention she’d already entered our collective consciousness With a frothy Noel novelty (unsubstantial, inconsequential In and of its ownself, perhaps, but then one considers The version foisted off on the populace by that woman Who appropriated the moniker of the Blessed ****** All phoned-in faux Betty Boop, and one reconsiders) So this was who she was, the book closed and sealed (English only, never mind the other three tongues she spoke Plus three more she proficiently purred in.) They say when she died, she did not go gently, as it were, But screamed and yowled for all she was still worth, And maybe it was the cancer, certainly enough to do the job itself, But perhaps it was the notion That her era of innuendo and intimation was all done, That she was transitioning to the static, to becoming a legacy, A permanence that was stalking her, Murderous, insatiable, inexorable.
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Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 10:39 AM UTC
last notes for eartha kitt
I don't know. I linger proficiently such as dandelion 's seeds worship the skies and move through its airspace until it falls back into the soil. Though the soil nourishes as a mother she, the dandelion, still misses the sky it once roamed so it will send out its children far up high and watch the cycle repeat again and again. I've lived a thousand lives with people i cherished but only left a part of me to few so somedays when the weather gets colder and sky get blue i think about the parts of me and i think about you as to me humans, animals, things and Ai do not differ as i humanise and empathise with everything and they all got a part of me. Even you. So as a dandelion i once again Sprout my seeds to horizon And flicker through environments again and again Till i find home in every one of them
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Sep 12, 2025
Sep 12, 2025 at 9:07 AM UTC
My world
a passing whIspered comment                          a maNtled post script of sorts       strategiC in its position a mumbled aftEr thought.                the seed so Proficiently sown unbeknownst To reaping brain     idea encased In new bud              voiced now by nOteable name.                            watch it uNfold with surprise feigned!
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Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 2:25 AM UTC
I.N.C.E.P.T.I.O.N. (acrostic)
For I am a person of reticent characteristics, and never have ever been able to proficiently and completely say in an understanding matter what passages reel through my mind every minute of my consciousness. To discuss/portray all of my ideas is unethical and rather ludicrous because it wouldn't matter what my definiton of saddeness is or what kind of crippling things my brain puts me through up to my impending doom because everyone else has their own pain polluting the atmosphere. Having said that, I'm going to write down my best explanation of how I'm quite maudlin out of my control and in the hands of my state of mind, which to make clear that yes, my state of mind is not in my hands for my mind has evolved into someone else and in their clutches is where I lay cuffed and gagged. If you were to search through the creatures' house of grey matter eventually you would find me on fire because my once warm, loving, disposition was used cleverly by the owner of my mind as gasoline and turned me inside out to be a ball of fire and hate, a sun, the sun that shines through to the outside world and shows to whomever can look into the front of my brain what kind of skittish, heartbroken, depressed lover I turned into. But none the less that leaves only me to point out the brightest star in my galaxy, only me to see what patheticness is curled up in my own blankets of poison. I'm my own prison guard to stand by and watch the otherside of my reflection squirm and scream, writhing through the pain of my ever burning flesh. That's the only feeling I get to watch be played out inside me, the rest was ****** up by the tape worm and plastered onto my vocal chords and was shape shifted onto my face so this corpse can look like a ball of sunshine, though I'm my own ball of hell inside.
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Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 2:01 PM UTC
What My Suicide Note Could've Been~~
For I am a person of reticent characteristics, and never have ever been able to proficiently and completely say in an understanding matter what passages reel through my mind every minute of my consciousness. To discuss/portray all of my ideas is unethical and rather ludicrous because it wouldn't matter what my definiton of saddeness is or what kind of crippling things my brain puts me through up to my impending doom because everyone else has their own pain polluting the atmosphere. Having said that, I'm going to write down my best explanation of how I'm quite maudlin out of my control and in the hands of my state of mind, which to make clear that yes, my state of mind is not in my hands for my mind has evolved into someone else and in their clutches is where I lay cuffed and gagged. If you were to search through the creatures' house of grey matter eventually you would find me on fire because my once warm, loving, disposition was used cleverly by the owner of my mind as gasoline and turned me inside out to be a ball of fire and hate, a sun, the sun that shines through to the outside world and shows to whomever can look into the front of my brain what kind of skittish, heartbroken, depressed lover I turned into. But none the less that leaves only me to point out the brightest star in my galaxy, only me to see what patheticness is curled up in my own blankets of poison. I'm my own prison guard to stand by and watch the otherside of my reflection squirm and scream, writhing through the pain of my ever burning flesh. That's the only feeling I get to watch be played out inside me, the rest was ****** up by the tape worm and plastered onto my vocal chords and was shape shifted onto my face so this corpse can look like a ball of sunshine, though I'm my own ball of hell inside.
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As I lie in your beloved arms I'm engulfed by your warmth The way you move your hand Proficiently round my cloth Gives me a perception of thought That our bond is strong Enfolded in your love You're certain that am yours Without a twoth thought You give me your all Now, We are one The preeminence of your love Makes me wonder where you're from Your infallibility outstrips your flaws Agazed by your ways With no dismay You're perfect in every case Even when you play There's no mistake What more can I say Than to hope our love stays
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Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 4:37 AM UTC
True love
Pacific, pacifist pampered papa parading par excellent paragon parent (parenthetically parochial particularly partisan) parvenu passive, passionately paternalistically patient, paunchy, peaceably pepped, perfectionist, perceptive, perennially perky, permissively persevering, persistently personable, perspicuous, pertinent, phenomenally philanthropic, philharmonic picturesquely pious, pioneering, piquantly pithy, playfully pleasant, pleasurably plucky, plummy, poetically poignant, politely pontificating, popular, positively potent, powerfully practiced pragmatist, praiseworthy, prayerfully precious, precise predominant, preeminently preferable, preparedly preponderant, presently president, prestigiously prevailing, priceless, princely, principally pristine, privately privileged, prized, proactively procreative, prodigiously productive, proficiently profitable, progressively prominant, promisingly prompt, prophetically propitious, prospectively protective, proudly proven provocative, prudent psyched, puissant, punctilious, punctually purposeful.
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May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 1:07 AM UTC
Panglossian Perspective Pivoting Poze Pretentiously
Thoughts of death, Images of suicide; In my head, do they reside. I try to withdraw, I try to escape; But instead, my soul goes blank. The enemy encamps me, They want me so greatly; But my Father, keeps me proficiently. It's just for now, For the hour is approaching; The kingdom is at hand: my King is coming. Be not afraid, Ye children of God; Our Father in heaven, is more than a god. He suffered and died, For you and for all; Be not afraid, for Jesus won't fall.
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May 17, 2019
May 17, 2019 at 3:10 PM UTC
Deliverance is Near
As I ran down, gasping for air, I knew what this might cause. Every step I take leads to disaster. I knew it was time, I had to pause. For every beat of my heart along with the ticking of the clock, I knew what I was missing. I had to go back. Remembering all the moments caused me pain. At least now I know, love and patience is what I lack. Why have I been involved in this chaos? Now things seem more complicated. Darkness, darkness is coming for me. Everything is changing. Now I'm hated. Constant thinking. Overthinking. This is killing me. It is pulling me back and locking me away. I want no more. I need to flee. How can I end this madness? This is getting out of hand. There's too little time. My only option is to move out of this land. But I know that is not the only way. For this is all just inside my head. I urgently need to stop this insanity. At least without this awareness, I could have been dead. It is all my fault. I am the one who have caused this trouble. I think of solutions, but never put into action. I know by time, this disaster would double. I wait and wait. I am wasting my time for nothing. Living each day in idleness, But with little hope, I know there is something... But how can I go far with this behavior? I am still lost. I don't who I am. I need to decide. Time is running fast Yes, I know it takes time, But i keep dreaming about this repeatedly. Why am I struggling to move on? Maybe I need to try more proficiently. I thought I was the hardworking and optimistic type I was wrong. I am so ashamed of myself. Perhaps I have kept this far too long... Who am I? The question still bothers me. I know who I prefer to be, But i think it is time to show the real me. I am afraid. I don't want them to see this beast. I don't want to know what they'll think of me then. Once I've unleashed this monster or at least... I have endured this for quite a long time. I don't want them to know that this is ravaging me, But if I don't let it out soon it will devour me. Still, I am worried. This might define me. For I do not know my true identity. But I can tell, how I am in front of you is not show nor an act Sorry for messing up. You mean a lot to me. The way I say I love you is indeed a genuine fact.
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Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 12:44 PM UTC
Heart has reached the tongue
As I ran down, gasping for air, I knew what this might cause. Every step I take leads to disaster. I knew it was time, I had to pause. For every beat of my heart along with the ticking of the clock, I knew what I was missing. I had to go back. Remembering all the moments caused me pain. At least now I know, love and patience is what I lack. Why have I been involved in this chaos? Now things seem more complicated. Darkness, darkness is coming for me. Everything is changing. Now I'm hated. Constant thinking. Overthinking. This is killing me. It is pulling me back and locking me away. I want no more. I need to flee. How can I end this madness? This is getting out of hand. There's too little time. My only option is to move out of this land. But I know that is not the only way. For this is all just inside my head. I urgently need to stop this insanity. At least without this awareness, I could have been dead. It is all my fault. I am the one who have caused this trouble. I think of solutions, but never put into action. I know by time, this disaster would double. I wait and wait. I am wasting my time for nothing. Living each day in idleness, But with little hope, I know there is something... But how can I go far with this behavior? I am still lost. I don't who I am. I need to decide. Time is running fast Yes, I know it takes time, But i keep dreaming about this repeatedly. Why am I struggling to move on? Maybe I need to try more proficiently. I thought I was the hardworking and optimistic type I was wrong. I am so ashamed of myself. Perhaps I have kept this far too long... Who am I? The question still bothers me. I know who I prefer to be, But i think it is time to show the real me. I am afraid. I don't want them to see this beast. I don't want to know what they'll think of me then. Once I've unleashed this monster or at least... I have endured this for quite a long time. I don't want them to know that this is ravaging me, But if I don't let it out soon it will devour me. Still, I am worried. This might define me. For I do not know my true identity. But I can tell, how I am in front of you is not show nor an act Sorry for messing up. You mean a lot to me. The way I say I love you is indeed a genuine fact.
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You play the Dupe so well, I must admit you played your part brilliantly. You infantile person, you played a heart that loved you proficiently . How could you have ever expected me to trust you again when from the beginning you were perfidious to me. Through that I become this bitter heartless entity that you had created. Yet still you play the dupe and put me at fault for how you began to feel after you had left.
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Sep 9, 2016
Sep 9, 2016 at 6:10 AM UTC
Dupe (incomplete)
"Sleep" Full orange moon rising Quietly above the autumn pines Smell insistent this bright night With shadows the owls are well fed Fat on slow gray mice Breed proficiently like roaches Brown pestilence or snacks To leaping lizards and fast pecking birds Tonight nocturnal smorgasbord For the quick the lazy Sleep and grow thin
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Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 7:47 AM UTC
Sleep
Can you let me know How do you do it? The way you unlove me So easily, so smoothly. Can you tell me what, For what you did this to me? What's that which made you deceive me, proficiently. If you ever let me know Maybe I won't or never can I do it to some other and That's what differs, you and me. I wish, someone do the same to you on my behalf, someday maybe then you could know How it feels, to feel unwanted.
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Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 9:32 PM UTC
CAN YOU ?
just image what a pickle our planet would be in were another virus to escape a labratory's unsecured tin     the one that is presently circulating around the globe   sure has caused much ruin within our world's lobe these labratories need a thorough investigation so as the diseases they house don't affect any nation in some countries the use of bioweapons are condoned and the experimentation   has been proficiently honed it is a frightening prospect that's playing out in real time what airborne contagions maybe aimed to begrime
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Aug 15, 2021
Aug 15, 2021 at 6:46 AM UTC
Just Imagine (Metaphor Poem)