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"suger" poems
*She wants to feel the softness of feathers upon the tips of her toes Reaching out for comfort that will surely come Caresses the moments before midnight With suger kisses so sweet Like honey coated forgiveness She smiles into her lovers eyes of crystal dew Beyond Her sences reeling Twirling, dancing Like the figurine within an ancient music box As the music surrounds the childs mind so pure And yet There is more captured within The sweetness is soured only by memories She paints with fingers in the suger To forget There are things so worth forgetting She sees him sleeping and places mirrors where his eyes once looked upon her For now she will see herself The way he see's The blood from the girl child dried as he slept There was to be no more sugered moments No more honey for him to savour she had seen Her worth in his eyes Such a shame sweet child She should of loved herself with toes touching feathers Reaching for a comfort That would only be found in forgiveness of self Far beyond the place he sleeps With mirrored eyes of crystal dew He awakes to find his beloved drenthed in death He reaches for moments which never come Her projection of him so false upon this moment As in a moments seperation She sees with her angel presence The suger he tastes on lips so pure His tears now mingle with the blood As he tears her mirrors from his eyes He understands not The reason Why white feathers are falling from the sky*
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Sep 16, 2011
Sep 16, 2011 at 6:28 PM UTC
She wants to feel the softness of feathers
***She wants to feel the softness of feathers upon the tips of her toes Reaching out for comfort that will surely come She caresses the moments before midnight With suger kisses so sweet Like honey coated forgiveness She smiles into her lovers eyes of crystal dew Beyond Her sences reeling Twirling, dancing Like the figurine within an ancient music box As the music surrounds the childs mind so pure And yet There is more captured within The sweetness is soured only by memories She paints with fingers in the suger To forget There are things so worth forgetting She sees him sleeping and places mirrors where his eyes once looked upon her For now she will see herself The way he see's The blood from the girl child dried as he slept There was to be no more sugered moments No more honey for him to savour she had seen Her worth in his eyes Such a shame sweet child She should of loved herself with toes touching feathers Reaching for a comfort That would only be found in forgiveness of self Far beyond the place he sleeps With mirrored eyes of crystal dew He awakes to find his beloved drenthed in death He reaches for moments which never come Her projection of him so false upon this moment As in a moments seperation She sees with her angel presence The suger he tastes on lips so pure His tears now mingle with the blood As he tears her mirrors from his eyes He understands not The reason Why white feathers are falling from the sky***
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Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 5:10 PM UTC
She wants to feel the softness of feathers (repost from 2011...time flies so quickly)
***She wants to feel the softness of feathers upon the tips of her toes Reaching out for comfort that will surely come She caresses the moments before midnight With suger kisses so sweet Like honey coated forgiveness She smiles into her lovers eyes of crystal dew Beyond Her sences reeling Twirling, dancing Like the figurine within an ancient music box As the music surrounds the childs mind so pure And yet There is more captured within The sweetness is soured only by memories She paints with fingers in the suger To forget There are things so worth forgetting She sees him sleeping and places mirrors where his eyes once looked upon her For now she will see herself The way he see's The blood from the girl child dried as he slept There was to be no more sugered moments No more honey for him to savour she had seen Her worth in his eyes Such a shame sweet child She should of loved herself with toes touching feathers Reaching for a comfort That would only be found in forgiveness of self Far beyond the place he sleeps With mirrored eyes of crystal dew He awakes to find his beloved drenthed in death He reaches for moments which never come Her projection of him so false upon this moment As in a moments seperation She sees with her angel presence The suger he tastes on lips so pure His tears now mingle with the blood As he tears her mirrors from his eyes He understands not The reason Why white feathers are falling from the sky***
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Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 6:04 PM UTC
She wants to feel the softness of feathers (repost of one of my favourites 2011)
You're a boy of clear seas and early mornings Messy hair and smiles Grass splintered sneakers and a laugh that makes the world shake Storms on the water that drift into pink Lonesome words looking for a heart Rose petals pressed between your fingertips And music that gushes and flows And bounces and calls Through the air And the ground And the water that sits there too You're red velvet cupcakes with creamcheese frosting You're fluffy white clouds that drift in the sky You're all of the little beautiful things you find in far off lands You're a boy of sweet dreams and cherry tomatoes A boy of careful daisies and gentle hands A boy of purple lighting that doesn't touch the Earth A boy of sweet lemon tea that sits in my glass A boy of honey and suger and mint A boy of thyme and rhyme A boy of silly words and careful thoughts A boy made of marble so beautiful and perfect AJBusse
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Mar 21, 2021
Mar 21, 2021 at 8:03 PM UTC
A Marble Boy
hands- ruff, hard see- colors, half, suger smell- good, sweet hear- nothing taste- chewy, cherry, orange, grap
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Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 4:30 PM UTC
Goodness
pigen der tavst traver gennem skoven der efterhånden er helt nøgen og iagttager de gyldne blade der er faldet med hendes rødvinsfarvede læber suger *** grådigt på den sidste cigaret *** kunne finde i lommen og vinden hiver i hendes lange lysebrune bølgede hår men *** er ligeglad, for *** kan kun tænke på at en dag, snart, vil *** forsvinde fra dette sted i ørene danser der stille toner komponeret af engle og sunget af Bon Iver pigens øjne er store og runde, og vidt åbne for *** prøver at sluge så meget af denne følelse før det er for sent igen og lyset der titter igennem de spinkle grene atter er forsvundet og erstattet af en grå tåge hendes tanker står så stille, samtidig med at stemmerne aldrig nogensinde stopper med at hviske til hende de hvisker, at en pige som hende aldrig vil blive lykkelig pigen griner da lyden af ordene giver genlyd i hendes hovede, *** havde nemlig for længst affundet sig med at lykken er den nøgne skov, gyldne blade, rødvinslæber, cigaretter, de sidste solstråler og Bon Iver
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Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 12:33 PM UTC
pigen med de rødvinsfarvede læber
åh hvor er du afhængig af den forbandede nikotin du kan jo ikke give slip du kan jo ikke vælge han er din e-cigaret en midlertidig løsning mod en konstant trang du savner dine cigaretter men de er jo bare så skadelige de er jo bare så fandens farlige du tager en cigaret mellem dine læber tændes den du inhalerer ikke du sidder bare med den til den går ud så finder du din e-cigaret frem igen og suger indtil dine lunger kaster op for så virker cigaretterne knap så fristende så er trangen knap så stor (f.b)
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Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 6:41 PM UTC
Ubeslutsom
Tankerne kører rundt i hovedet på mig, som en karrusel snurrer de mig rundt Jeg kigger ned, rør ved mit hår, har lyst til en smøg Jeg betragter flammen da jeg tænder: jeg ryger i stilhed Jeg er halv beruset, jeg tænker på dig Jeg suger røgen ind og trækker vejret dybt, lader det fylde tomrummet i mit hjerte Det føltes som at danse på knust glas Jeg kan mærke smerten, jeg kan se at mine fødder bløder Men jeg bliver ved og ved med at danse, til de smukke toner som fylder mit hoved og dæmper smerten Jeg danser, som om at intet var galt Jeg er ligeglad Jeg ville danse i 1000 år, bare for at få hans opmærksomhed SE mig Den rigtige mig Den pige der danser sensuelt rundt på gulvet, rør ved sit hår og ryger cigaretter – er det mig? Kan du se det?
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Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 7:11 PM UTC
At danse på knust glas
I passed by your old house today, A sudden rush came over me as memories filled my head. Memories of a simpler time. And how we would play our childish games to enjoy the fruits of our youth. Then an angel would call from inside and ask if we wanted to eat or if she should get us something. Im suger coating because she wouldn't ask ,she would insist. I remembered a time when pain ...I mean real pain ...was a stranger . Now pain keeps us company... I remembered a time when you where just a little girl with dreams just like I ... I watched this girl get thrown into womanhood ... Pent up aggression ...but how could I possibly resent the one that created me. For taking a piece of you... As an angel ascended, your spirits descended ... Waking up became a nightmare...not the kind that involve screams , but silent mornings instead ... I passed by your old house today and I thought to myself God I didn't have a choice or say in the first passing ... But I won't let the little that lived inside this house die too... And as the smell of the kindness and pure heartedness that once lived starts to escape her clothes... Let the memory live on I passed your old house today And made new the memories.
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Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 5:48 AM UTC
Untitled
Du uinspirere mig. Suger energien ud af mig. Tamponen til  blodet. Ligner ikke mig selv længere. Snarere hende du ikke kender. Ligner ikke mig selv længere. Jeg skulle være i es. Forventningens skuffelse er der noget om. Du skuffer mig. Du er ikke som reklamen. Mit våben er forbrugerundersøgelser. Du er hvad jeg ikke blev lovet.
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Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 3:58 PM UTC
Frivillig bloddonor
jeg danser i cirkler i 360 grader kraftigt farve bølger over mig den varme stilhed bliver højrøstet og hvad laver jeg her uvante gulve, der klistrer mig fast med klister, som sidder i 118 dage men det er jo spild af skridt kraftige farver, som forenes i ét langt mørke der strækker sig ud samtidig med, at det råber en melodi en kronisk sammenhæng af toner og jeg suger det ind, så det sætter sig på rygraden
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Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 9:08 AM UTC
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im suger high so hipper that i could bounce off the wall
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Dec 20, 2012
Dec 20, 2012 at 6:51 PM UTC
suger high
You all the time to feel your loving Glance to hold you close and be your ride Past the park Some little longing To exist by your side. I need you baby I want to be around you at all time's you're the only one that I want when this world turns grey so please let me be around you Don't even need to hold you just let me breathe your same air from your lips your the only suger For my bitter world. So climb over the front seat into my uncle's Chevy.
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Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 11:42 PM UTC
I want to be around
Jeg glemmer den cigaret jeg suger på og skraber ned til filteret så cigaretten smager af pap. ikke tobak. Pap. rester. Resterne og gaden, der svinger omkring mine hofter i vind og nattelys mens jeg står med mine rester. Resterende. Ligesom jeg selv er rester.
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Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 3:45 PM UTC
Mejlgade
Suger kisses Silly crushes Candy hearts ask "Will you be mine?" Wandering eyes A glance at her thighs Thorns on the roses in the bouquet you bought yesterday Two things that can pierce And in between Two things that bleed Heart shaped cardboard boxes Filled with chocolate And caramel Walking through target Commercialised, consumerisim And everyone likes talking about how This holiday is what it is for more sales Than romance And its true Sugar hearts do not equal ancient love But we love to spend Money and time On someone we love Or someone we are saying sorry to Maybe its the same one Humans are so cute Making cards Red and pink And surprising with favorited Chocolate things But today is take out The girl your 'one true' doesn't know about Or maybe they do But choose not to mention it Because maybe they Really Love, You. Lacy black things Long receipts Long nights Not at the office Where you claim to be Let me ask you Were the flowers for her As large, and as beautiful, As the flowers for me?
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Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 2:09 PM UTC
Valentine's Day Part 2
*** kom videre og jeg har ondt af dig, for *** overså alle dine fejl, dit temprament, din egoisme, din manglende evne til at elske andre end dig selv. *** kunne have fået alle i verden, men *** valgte stadig dig, hver gang. Alt du er nu, er en revne i hendes fortid, et ar på hendes bryst, et minde der falmer hurtigere end et billede af dig i en forseglet kasse, der er blevet gemt. Måske *** nu vil kæmpe for en der elsker hende, i stedet for en der suger livet ud af hende, aldrig tilfreds, selv ikke med hendes slående hjerte i hans grådige hænder.
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Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 5:18 PM UTC
Untitled
Tread lightly upon the Earth you call your home Be gentle in heart and strong of mind And on days when that's hard I don't mind being your rock Your anchor A haven within your chaos Tracing your feelings Suger paper sweet Yet bitter like lemons upon your taste buds Hold on to moments Remember to breathe Remember there's people out here that care
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Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 3:22 PM UTC
Haven
you were the thief that stole my ability to trust. I tried to fight you but you stabbed me with your suger-coated lies. I am the victim, you were the culprit but why am I the one tortured with memories and jailed in the prison of pain?
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Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 3:01 PM UTC
Untitled
Man this single life fun! Eaten bread and cheese Never thinking to sweeeeet Take a dose maybe three Suger coded disease It's not hard to see I'm caving in me Ain't this fun
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Dec 8, 2024
Dec 8, 2024 at 7:38 AM UTC
Untitled
When a person is drowning or struggling through life , he doesn't make a sound ! You'll see him laughing his heart out . A man with great humor . A man is sweet a suger blend with others just like suger blends with water . You'll see him shining Blowing conversations with home's Cheering other's . But there always a other side of a coin , There always a dark side of the moon . Let's forget about his hidden depression , sorrows his tears... What about the little things we miss out ?? When he asks i need you ? When he left the party after everyone's left ? When he talks deeply to cheer other , where is this comes from ? When he Post's something sad online and everyone mocks him around . When he spend hours in bed , sleepless ..? Have you noticed his playlists '" where the light in your deep dark room '"...... Have anyone noticed his health shrinking ? Have anyone notices he's offline for days ? Please notice . Please be there
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Sep 8, 2020
Sep 8, 2020 at 12:01 PM UTC
The girl who is tired