she
Eats mine emotions
And mars my veriest heed
Her arms is a fortress,a congenial devotion
The cannibal of whom I find peace
But certainly,the no creed
I inhere to●
■
Her
Breath speaks severity
But of fortune prudence and quietude
She sinks me the depths of her whims
Yet,ludicrously of null whips
■
Her
Eyes eclipse blunt my sights
And rancour the rhymes of my visions
But then,she is the fair breed of gleams
A pleasant hue of sparkles I beseige
■
Her
Tender tongue carriers coals
Of undying vengeance
Of which every touch trembles
Yet even as so
It feels finer than rosy Arabian night breezes
■
But
Her crest which be the counsel
Of which the wildest devilry passions is seeked
Chides and macerate my mastered pettings
■
Yet
She sets tables in her thighs
And serve the most but motley affections
■
She is despotic but decent

SADIST
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Chelsea&Barça


Chelsea&Barça
Is when a stadium is torn between
The devil and the deep blue *sea
And referees are left solely and boldly
To decide on only what they see

Chelsea&Barça
Is when elegance and eclecticism sits in enmity
And battles it out till
In its entirety or finality


Chelsea&Barça
Is when the proverbs of curse begin
As teams fail to steam and win

Chelsea&Barça
Is a match with no particular price
Yet,everything is priced and staked
Every second counts,the minutes take
As the game changes,and break

Chelsea&Barça
Is when eyes cannot be kept
Of that which it behold
Not for a moment nor a second
Life is defined,is a clinging- hope

Chelsea&Barça
Is only when dark horses stumble
Giant pyramids
For glory sake,in just the name of the highest bids


Chelsea&Barça
Is when brothers dine on tables of passion
With swords and blades
As shades are thrown
And bloods are trade


Chelsea&Barça
Is when the pool of the eyes
Overflow its banks
And men gets laid in ice
For their low ranks


Chelsea&Barça
Is both life and death

Chelsea&Barça
Is certainly the story of the last breathe


#ThePrince
#GreatestPoetEver

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she
Eats mine emotions
And mars my veriest heed
Her arms is a fortress,a congenial devotion
The cannibal of whom I find peace
But certainly,the no creed
I inhere to●
■
Her
Breath speaks severity
But of fortune prudence and quietude
She sinks me the depths of her whims
Yet,ludicrously of null whips
■
Her
Eyes eclipse blunt my sights
And rancour the rhymes of my visions
But then,she is the fair breed of gleams
A pleasant hue of sparkles I beseige
■
Her
Tender tongue carriers coals
Of undying vengeance
Of which every touch trembles
Yet even as so
It feels finer than rosy Arabian night breezes
■
But
Her crest which be the counsel
Of which the wildest devilry passions is seeked
Chides and macerate my mastered pettings
■
Yet
She sets tables in her thighs
And serve the most but motley affections
■
She is despotic but decent
SADIST
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Untitled

I
Shall
Pick myself with the ashes
Of these rhymes

And
Saturate my cavity walls
With the very of your smiles

Although
I feel no crush into pieces
It seems
I'm way-lost in these puzzles

Yet
Sweet nostalgic hymns
But I feel like I'm moving circus in oxymoron
I'm walking over hills the rains
Yet my head twirls beneath the vallies

I
Am confused
Like any of these
Falling stars amidst the universe

But
How do I fuse
These words you speak in obscure
A piece..

I'm confused anyways

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○
My
Skin is pinned down
In crumbles to your sorcery

○
And
You've reigned
Supreme_a being
Bottling me in your whims with cursory

○
Unkindly
You've muse me to corruptions
But in the depths of your cravings

○
Every
Gentle kiss on the neck
Rhymes my whole body
In thunder-storms raving

○
In
Your eyes
Are thousand poker-portraits
Fashion amongst diamonds to spot
And set lose blown prides

○
You
Have shackled my mind
With what seem like pink ivys
And I'm charged with effervescent
So let's ride

○
The
Comfort zones
The undying desires
Of whence poets hold pencils
And write in the skies
Hoping the times stride them not dry

○
But
Now
Let me touch your body and learn
The language you speaks
For your sensual voice louds and echoes
The meanings of all the totems
The pre-colonial gods cried

○
A Sorcery Captive

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○Still Your Favourite Romantic Poet○

.
As if
The first time
Mine eyes beheld on you
I became clueless but in full hallows
You won my soul
And offered me that which seemed
Like a religion to worship and swallow


.


~
As if
Ever since
I called on the gods of courage
To help me pour out
The depths of my feelings and admirations
You've awaken a
new magic in me
As I easily curls
the fragile syllables
into sweet poems of lactations



.
~
As if
I am homeless and melodramatic
A wandering spirit cracked in delusions of nine
For its still a wonder,of how I know
The wheres to find you and think you're mine



.
~
As if
You make
Me want the **** night
To kiss the tender day early
For each time,I steals your amber-vanilla smiles,and keeps
With just a glance,and paints them in my sleeps
It makes me feel my bed as roses and
wine




.~
So Hello!

Spencer

Silence is gold,but I can keep it no
more
Just teach me
How to turn six as nine
And you as mine



as if

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∆
Against the rules
            We
Fought but tirelessly
Harrowing the sanctuaries
That gold our passions

∆
Against the rules
           We
Fought arrogantly and carelessly
And wore gallantly pride with fashion

∆
Against the rules
            Our
World was a war
And our hearts,a battlefield
Adorned with stardust of endless fantasies
The only sense that we fee led

∆
Against the rules
              We
Stood on the edges of our love
With unrestrained actions,a glove
And predilections fold

∆
Against the rules
             We
Bruised our love,a thousand times,and many
So pathetic,domiciled in the fouling
It left us penny

∆
Against the rules
            We
Kept still in shelves
Gild with paranoia
And wither optimism ourselves


∆
Against the rules
                We
Failed our love
Brim fully with the tests
And staunch childishly
Waiting for who to make amends first


∆
Against the rules
                I
Carved myself in this cages of poetry
And branded exquisitely with the oratory
That reawaken but to quench
Your rebellious memories in me

∆
Against the rules
                  We
Hid diamonds in shadows
And fooled our love a place to lay abode



Against the rules

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®P°h°D Poetry

through the colors of others
we painted either our gory or glory
and defined the oblivious self


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