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"thyn" poems
With a scarlet drop on his brow, and a penny in his pocket. The beggar turns to his king, "Thyn couldn't be as happy as I."
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Jul 13, 2012
Jul 13, 2012 at 12:32 AM UTC
The Beggar
just a poem it was A poem of love at most! in the form of a flower, a rainbow, a bird , a tune, a word , a picture * Some came in written in technological terms Some quantized as futuristic incense * You have sensed it all the untold Even long before my say * Not ‘the all’ go though through You know … once you can close yourself, set a fence… * but in that latter case although you may have done your best to shut these gates It seems they have reached premises against without my knowing aethēr so lucid does trespass   once built an absolute bridge through souls of equivalent selves. * Each n every time is  mine a hopeless cry to make you furious ? A touch at the physical and meta-physical to eventually develop anti-sense? * Naturally so easy As you reside at an exact opposite side of me * Angered n equally frustrated in rage of a momentous burst You  sell my identity <Intimately-shared-digital> to a dreadfully operating net-entity and target me as if to spears oh how that really hurts maybe you wished so but no not really * a boomerang brings in a rhyme of a thoughtless action returns it to the center of a rotating spiral where you stand the exact opposite end * I won’t allow though You to frown this way you learned to simmer n cool down became a clown of your own ghost town as we’re entangled beings already since sometime * so let me just also have fun Instead of you- bring me down On the competing wheel game of up n down Oh no there we sit not anymore! * Realize to have targeted a wrong one Once it is so much alike  an opposing side or a town or a crown Of you and both eventually you! So wonder in sane what did I do And put a SPAM mask on To warn me through and clearly do as if you were one of them: an Intellect-Deficient-Agent scam. * So let me just  P.S.  a burp here now Haven’t learned to develop gallstones of anger to compete thyn but joy at most with a parasympathetic smile Take it as a blessing if you like or a teasing that she has you loved so without your willing and equally convert it to a bile.
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Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 4:42 AM UTC
P.S. A Burp!
just a poem it was A poem of love at most! in the form of a flower, a rainbow, a bird , a tune, a word , a picture * Some came in written in technological terms Some quantized as futuristic incense * You have sensed it all the untold Even long before my say * Not ‘the all’ go though through You know … once you can close yourself, set a fence… * but in that latter case although you may have done your best to shut these gates It seems they have reached premises against without my knowing aethēr so lucid does trespass   once built an absolute bridge through souls of equivalent selves. * Each n every time is  mine a hopeless cry to make you furious ? A touch at the physical and meta-physical to eventually develop anti-sense? * Naturally so easy As you reside at an exact opposite side of me * Angered n equally frustrated in rage of a momentous burst You  sell my identity <Intimately-shared-digital> to a dreadfully operating net-entity and target me as if to spears oh how that really hurts maybe you wished so but no not really * a boomerang brings in a rhyme of a thoughtless action returns it to the center of a rotating spiral where you stand the exact opposite end * I won’t allow though You to frown this way you learned to simmer n cool down became a clown of your own ghost town as we’re entangled beings already since sometime * so let me just also have fun Instead of you- bring me down On the competing wheel game of up n down Oh no there we sit not anymore! * Realize to have targeted a wrong one Once it is so much alike  an opposing side or a town or a crown Of you and both eventually you! So wonder in sane what did I do And put a SPAM mask on To warn me through and clearly do as if you were one of them: an Intellect-Deficient-Agent scam. * So let me just  P.S.  a burp here now Haven’t learned to develop gallstones of anger to compete thyn but joy at most with a parasympathetic smile Take it as a blessing if you like or a teasing that she has you loved so without your willing and equally convert it to a bile.
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If you'd just tell me that you're happy I could leave you be But you've revealed to me your consistent sadness You've let me see the dark parts that I love My lips are sore from repeating the same words to you My heart burns as if I haven't expressed it well enough I would love all thyn flaws forever I would let you bury thynself in my soul You could put your sadness there and I could keep it cold So many questions I am ok without answers for they may hurt worse than ignorance
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Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 4:35 AM UTC
two fingers in your throat
Drain me I entreaty Tears like diamonds Falling Drain me I beg Make thyn humanity To be arctic As frozen as glaciers No more can I endure The pain Living to harsh Drain me So I may be Take away the pain Set me free Give me the gift Keep me from The sorrow By black rose Date: 2014
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Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 2:37 PM UTC
Vampire call
Oh the kiddos outta there whoever again dare to call me names that end it with a Girl or a Mademoiselle You at most reflect an image of me to fit to the level of your potency same as to a ridicule of your fantasy weeping and spitting big turfs of -at most admirably- musical words as your age allows you to be an equivalence that functions still OH THE WOW in most efficiency only whenever the rhythmic pumping ejects seedlings to swim up the rat-race from your reptilian starship   parked at sacred ocean’s depths crossing a few inches behind thyn abdomen towards your jellyfish brain and that’s shorter than TIME oh the poor whining with BIG Holy One hidden in the oaths of your monstrous zombie-town so now listen in PURE Attention to me (if you can)   It’s True my first kiss was at age twenty three HAHAHA and yet not even a romantic one at most an obligatory who knows maybe a task from the higher self probably to teach me or the physical body - YES and the last one at age forty that tried to **** all the ****** futility outta me the rest and the in between remains dark and edgy and thorny who cares when it does not bother me what business does relate to you oh my Sexuality or the inherited **** beauty but that makes not less of me when I am now almost 43   my coal black hair made of Sea Breeze grows the beauty of my aging color to the creamy WHITE topping of delicious wisdom cookies baked by my peaceful wishing the joy of my child innocence remains to fire Passion and Desire which I reserve to one/ single poem only who made me realize the truth of me recently   that I  haven’t yet dated … a Monsieur who dares to call me a Madame with whom I can fully be Me and grow towards a maturity.
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Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 5:24 PM UTC
Temper MADAME
Oh the kiddos outta there whoever again dare to call me names that end it with a Girl or a Mademoiselle You at most reflect an image of me to fit to the level of your potency same as to a ridicule of your fantasy weeping and spitting big turfs of -at most admirably- musical words as your age allows you to be an equivalence that functions still OH THE WOW in most efficiency only whenever the rhythmic pumping ejects seedlings to swim up the rat-race from your reptilian starship   parked at sacred ocean’s depths crossing a few inches behind thyn abdomen towards your jellyfish brain and that’s shorter than TIME oh the poor whining with BIG Holy One hidden in the oaths of your monstrous zombie-town so now listen in PURE Attention to me (if you can)   It’s True my first kiss was at age twenty three HAHAHA and yet not even a romantic one at most an obligatory who knows maybe a task from the higher self probably to teach me or the physical body - YES and the last one at age forty that tried to **** all the ****** futility outta me the rest and the in between remains dark and edgy and thorny who cares when it does not bother me what business does relate to you oh my Sexuality or the inherited **** beauty but that makes not less of me when I am now almost 43   my coal black hair made of Sea Breeze grows the beauty of my aging color to the creamy WHITE topping of delicious wisdom cookies baked by my peaceful wishing the joy of my child innocence remains to fire Passion and Desire which I reserve to one/ single poem only who made me realize the truth of me recently   that I  haven’t yet dated … a Monsieur who dares to call me a Madame with whom I can fully be Me and grow towards a maturity.
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'Tiss thyn sky blue gray? 'Tiss broken and out of use? 'Tiss lavishful wits not so now? 'Tiss thyn love not around? Beloved , my sweet thyn still here
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May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 9:37 AM UTC
Broken Shakespeare
And the woman turned to her prince with a tear in her eye and a ciggerett in her hand; she said, "Art I just an object to pass thyn time?"
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Jul 13, 2012
Jul 13, 2012 at 12:30 AM UTC
To You
Through treacherous currents and coral reefs no sunken Manila galleon holds a treasure far more precious than thee. Fair maiden thyn beauty has spoken to me.
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Jan 28, 2022
Jan 28, 2022 at 11:06 AM UTC
Veracruz
It is queer The way that eyes blink out from the walls yet still whilst I water them so there screams are the loudest calls It is queer the way that the water flows up Even when the bed is dry and the fish flop into the valley beside thee pond despite being filled with wine, I can catch them in my late evening cup it is queer That this poem shall reach you For where I reside cannot possibly be described for the dank dark feald is oh so dry, I don't know how anything grew it is queer the concept of time for in this place one may notice things things that used to be fine why, one fact that I truly find to be queer is the state of thyn mind whilest you sleep everything is turned on its head and everything has landed in a heap Why is it said that in thyns dreams Thee must always be happy and gay that there will be nothing said of demons that it shall consist of unicorns and fae And truly I say, that a common man's opinion on dreams opinions that weren't even written in your year can be seen by many and not called queer that now it is called a song of the heart and that is something that thee should forever hold dear
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Apr 23, 2025
Apr 23, 2025 at 10:57 AM UTC
Queer is the consept of dreaming and song