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"suckeling" poems
*Uncelestial anxious oppugners', critics on their own Wangling little dysceptic inklings'; Havesting in my throbbing head I urch and search resolution An escape of palputations I skirm in sleep mode like earth-worms in the ground The rings around their bellies; a suffocating mark of identity Slime and **** I mope like the straying mut My growling topsy-turvy gut, off shut; Claiming demands so supple A nimbled and unfleshly sensation, I feel light to the touch Splotchy clod's that lurch my lungs Short breath that ache and lunge through ribs Where they've sprung sprighly from their cage, they trick me, they're fibs Leaches latching on to skin suckeling blood from an anemic thin too thin, light headed again Personification galvanizing so astute my anxiety has eatin it's way to brood*
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Dec 4, 2010
Dec 4, 2010 at 5:52 AM UTC
meb-1
Angst That Feed On Brood
*Uncelestial anxious oppugners', critics on their own Wangling little dysceptic inklings'; Havesting in my throbbing head I urch and search resolution An escape of palputations I skirm in sleep mode like earth-worms in the ground The rings around their bellies; a suffocating mark of identity Slime and **** I mope like the straying mut My growling topsy-turvy gut, off shut; Claiming demands so supple A nimbled and unfleshly sensation, I feel light to the touch Splotchy clod's that lurch my lungs Short breath that ache and lunge through ribs Where they've sprung sprighly from their cage, they trick me, they're fibs Leaches latching on to skin suckeling blood from an anemic thin too thin, light headed again Personification galvanizing so astute my anxiety has eatin it's way to brood*
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I crave to feel the pangs of anxiety fill my fleshy veins Hastily they induce brief, jolting, electric, waves of tenderness I am revitalized like cracked lips to a water drenched cloth Suckeling the remnants of satisfaction Ravenously the addiction sets in and swarms the empty worlds in between my teeth Words filling them in as the deceit spreads I am diseased and bewildered, I ache for the hazardous It’s the lust and temptation of the night I fear will fade away Bare white mountainous knuckles gripping to the guileless lucid ideas of serendipitous romances Surrendering to the howl whilst giving in to the bittersweet and otherworldly seductions of marrow Scraping pieces of the exceptions with a fine tuned whistle and blow deep into my mind's havoc I’ve desired the ever changing hands of he to fool me perpetually Unfamiliar lips in shapes and sizes fill my ears with ceaseless notions Rippling soul shuddering vibrations as if they were the whispers of past lovers There is no you definitively Roaming vivaciously in darkened walkways Sore blistering hands reach palms up beaten sweaty, uninhibited, and cool Etching each tick of the patron clock into my skin, grimacing as the moments slip For when the hue of the lunar’s menace gleam is no longer near Tomorrow night you will be a different you Tenderly forgiving the infractions of dusk’s wicked mystic As l walk past immortalized shadows down by the sea to meet another hue
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Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 3:51 PM UTC
xiomara-hussein
Human Connection
I crave to feel the pangs of anxiety fill my fleshy veins Hastily they induce brief, jolting, electric, waves of tenderness I am revitalized like cracked lips to a water drenched cloth Suckeling the remnants of satisfaction Ravenously the addiction sets in and swarms the empty worlds in between my teeth Words filling them in as the deceit spreads I am diseased and bewildered, I ache for the hazardous It’s the lust and temptation of the night I fear will fade away Bare white mountainous knuckles gripping to the guileless lucid ideas of serendipitous romances Surrendering to the howl whilst giving in to the bittersweet and otherworldly seductions of marrow Scraping pieces of the exceptions with a fine tuned whistle and blow deep into my mind's havoc I’ve desired the ever changing hands of he to fool me perpetually Unfamiliar lips in shapes and sizes fill my ears with ceaseless notions Rippling soul shuddering vibrations as if they were the whispers of past lovers There is no you definitively Roaming vivaciously in darkened walkways Sore blistering hands reach palms up beaten sweaty, uninhibited, and cool Etching each tick of the patron clock into my skin, grimacing as the moments slip For when the hue of the lunar’s menace gleam is no longer near Tomorrow night you will be a different you Tenderly forgiving the infractions of dusk’s wicked mystic As l walk past immortalized shadows down by the sea to meet another hue
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