"scattred" poems - Hello Poetry

Stop battering her mind by invasions of your curious cultural perversions Get out of her way I tell you for god sake. She needs quietude To come out of her servitude to repair and restore her aptitude In the balm and calm of solitude Her dome is broken with throbs torn yarns spasm derobes With velocity escape to infinity Due to your ferocious felinity She needs peace to space walk To gather the ruffled rob safe back So leave her alone I tell you As if she were in ICU She needs silence to settle Down to revive her mettle with rarer precious metals Cement her mental pieces Mind can swoop down with trough Ride on a rough wave's crest Pat and pacify with suavity bring back the halo from infinity zero down the hero with unity, from a state of KD rejuvenate the PD Back to an ambience of 3D So Leave her alone I tell you Let her bleed, perspire in despire If mind willing, desire compelling Let it prepare her self, to repair itself the broken respiration sighs With high waves of neighs conspires to set in her scattred inspiration To the errected pyre of desperation Asunder to cinder and surrender. Let the fire embrace her to scintillation In a catalystic ambiance of ventilation Mix and suffix with whirling flame To phoenix her into a healing dame. For god sake leave her alone I tell you..

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Dec 14, 2018

Dec 14, 2018 at 2:45 PM UTC

philipp-k-j

Leave her alone I tell you

Stop battering her mind by invasions of your curious cultural perversions Get out of her way I tell you for god sake. She needs quietude To come out of her servitude to repair and restore her aptitude In the balm and calm of solitude Her dome is broken with throbs torn yarns spasm derobes With velocity escape to infinity Due to your ferocious felinity She needs peace to space walk To gather the ruffled rob safe back So leave her alone I tell you As if she were in ICU She needs silence to settle Down to revive her mettle with rarer precious metals Cement her mental pieces Mind can swoop down with trough Ride on a rough wave's crest Pat and pacify with suavity bring back the halo from infinity zero down the hero with unity, from a state of KD rejuvenate the PD Back to an ambience of 3D So Leave her alone I tell you Let her bleed, perspire in despire If mind willing, desire compelling Let it prepare her self, to repair itself the broken respiration sighs With high waves of neighs conspires to set in her scattred inspiration To the errected pyre of desperation Asunder to cinder and surrender. Let the fire embrace her to scintillation In a catalystic ambiance of ventilation Mix and suffix with whirling flame To phoenix her into a healing dame. For god sake leave her alone I tell you..

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A shared cab toghther we grasp the nights end. black stockings a well fitting suit hours have died torwards a blissful ending sidewalk's paint the after thought as faces that ghost's haunt other stories later I'll cast thoose stories towards paper. Rearview glances traces memeories moved along silkend thigh. In warmth we cast aside a New york streets cold does this city sleep in time when even I seem worn? Streets past my thoughts still will not erase a sense of no direction but a ending is always clear. Above the lights apartment view downward we cast care topassion met in bed left as reackless desire spinning yarns scattred across the floor. A blizzrd outside seldom matches the fire within. Time makes us care and the effect never seems to last. Goobye we set are eye's to a path we never seem to once again cross. Iin bouban scented clothes tainted from the nights exploits washed clean in regert. Maybe another night we will exist as starnger only to return to bed's now treated as tomb. I cant imagine the direction through the door another shall fill the past's role. Lovers and fools resemble each other all to often. But what of the stranger who catches a nights tressure from life's rear view. A empty bar seats turned apon tables to sweep away dust like thoughts ive burried and broken glass. Love like a match book is often burned up in passions and choices often given little thought. A cab ride cross town takes such a diffrent view alone. Maybe faces passed now can be given light. through a srcambled haze the pen does embrace page. Another night was the theme it's ending may never be the same. To understand the edge is only to have crossed it at some point. words like punches in some drunken brawl never lose there sting. I spiral in directions and embrace every vacant streets view chasing all lost cause but never you. Time has broken the clock set in stone was the nights moment i forever cast in a fools time. The end till next time

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May 31, 2012

May 31, 2012 at 2:12 PM UTC

pepper-gomez

A Shared View

A shared cab toghther we grasp the nights end. black stockings a well fitting suit hours have died torwards a blissful ending sidewalk's paint the after thought as faces that ghost's haunt other stories later I'll cast thoose stories towards paper. Rearview glances traces memeories moved along silkend thigh. In warmth we cast aside a New york streets cold does this city sleep in time when even I seem worn? Streets past my thoughts still will not erase a sense of no direction but a ending is always clear. Above the lights apartment view downward we cast care topassion met in bed left as reackless desire spinning yarns scattred across the floor. A blizzrd outside seldom matches the fire within. Time makes us care and the effect never seems to last. Goobye we set are eye's to a path we never seem to once again cross. Iin bouban scented clothes tainted from the nights exploits washed clean in regert. Maybe another night we will exist as starnger only to return to bed's now treated as tomb. I cant imagine the direction through the door another shall fill the past's role. Lovers and fools resemble each other all to often. But what of the stranger who catches a nights tressure from life's rear view. A empty bar seats turned apon tables to sweep away dust like thoughts ive burried and broken glass. Love like a match book is often burned up in passions and choices often given little thought. A cab ride cross town takes such a diffrent view alone. Maybe faces passed now can be given light. through a srcambled haze the pen does embrace page. Another night was the theme it's ending may never be the same. To understand the edge is only to have crossed it at some point. words like punches in some drunken brawl never lose there sting. I spiral in directions and embrace every vacant streets view chasing all lost cause but never you. Time has broken the clock set in stone was the nights moment i forever cast in a fools time. The end till next time

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Traces of day in sunsets past. Life's destroy the painting once bright has faded at last. She clings to a illusion for it's better than nothing she's known so very well. Sweetest are the confessions in the shadows we do tell. Forward in movement still somewhere im left behind. Goodbye in thought the highway calls yet the chapter is far from done. Summers of reflection love as a child when gentle was thought endless was the innocent fun. Im not the man that should see the finish happy fairy tails bleed my dreams. Glimmers of greatness burn fast in failure it seems. Broken souls cast south tonight we share moment I have to erase. Confide in the emptyness collected hopes in a distant angels face. Fools are many but a loser's path is best walked alone. A empty court vacant is the kingdom inwhich I hold the throne. Lesser the man who's never known the start. Gone are my words. As I speak empty mind from a jaded heart.

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Dec 24, 2010

Dec 24, 2010 at 4:04 AM UTC

john-patrick-robbins-aka-gonzo

Simple In Ryhme/Some Scattred Truths

Traces of day in sunsets past. Life's destroy the painting once bright has faded at last. She clings to a illusion for it's better than nothing she's known so very well. Sweetest are the confessions in the shadows we do tell. Forward in movement still somewhere im left behind. Goodbye in thought the highway calls yet the chapter is far from done. Summers of reflection love as a child when gentle was thought endless was the innocent fun. Im not the man that should see the finish happy fairy tails bleed my dreams. Glimmers of greatness burn fast in failure it seems. Broken souls cast south tonight we share moment I have to erase. Confide in the emptyness collected hopes in a distant angels face. Fools are many but a loser's path is best walked alone. A empty court vacant is the kingdom inwhich I hold the throne. Lesser the man who's never known the start. Gone are my words. As I speak empty mind from a jaded heart.

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