"unabused" poems
As crazy as it might be
This callus is a beautiful thing to me
What's an ego to go unbruised?
What's a heart left unabused?
I didn't get this hardened shell
From concrete, glass, or fires of Hell
Why dwell on the knell you gave my cerebral gel.
I'm under someone else's spell
My palace with this Alice
Unshared with such malice
As what gave me this callus
It should be just now, us
I can say with a sense of pride
I needn't abide by a bride
Whos the great divide on each side
Without intention, will break my stride
I won't be denied
This emotional high tide
This woman which I confide
My side, a guide astride this distance ride
This callus thick of scorned love
Glad you're not what I'm thinking of.
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 2:18 AM UTC
The beauty is still unsurpassed..
The pious heart is still unbiased..
The purity is still unblemished..
The charm is still unabashed..
The grace is still unabandoned..
The brilliance is still unabused..
The serenity is still unabhorred..
The spark is still unblazed..
The ***** is still unstained
Just an abrasive scratched the vignette..,
But the portrait is still a masterpiece..!!!!
O woman..
You are still as elegant and dignified!!!
Dec 18, 2012
Dec 18, 2012 at 11:04 AM UTC
The beast mortified inside
Breast aflame about to burn
Inside he dies
Where the black flower
Blooms into anew
He will seek respite
For past sins
Old grievances
Poured into a summer blue
His *** meaningless
Spite cracks the whip
Plurality the dinner knife
Sanitation foresaw
Without the forceps
Boarding on a foregone conclusion
The spring mattress
Made broken
No time for resale
His' cage, not a solitude
Words obtuse and unabused
Love is his knight
Shining and gleaming
Scornful without hate
Shameful but sane
His burden
The heart
Colliding with the bar
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 12:19 AM UTC