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"uncollectable" poems
Sprung, from beauteous filth, The lies and gradation of the un wed saints Hung, from gracious guilt, The death and oration of the un sung and faint Led, from grounded earth, The soulless narration of the unloved taint Believing is all when your all is a lie, The smell of defeat in the blink of her eye, The way you never fail to surprise the easily shockable, Revealing that all was a lie of your life, The decay of a scent from the skirt of the pile, The path you never chose to really surmise the unreadable, uncollectable Paid, to believe this girth, The salt and salvation of unborn wealth, Laid, the solution of all their faith, The untouchable wrath and indignation of lifeless whelps, Said, to ears that deceive all truth, The unsinkable feeling you and your friends try not to avoid Swaying in time to a common hope thief, The guileless age and her sense of relief, I thought i just told you to leave love at the door, Poison and ruptured the stale old lies, A night of betrayal and blood on these tiles, Faithless, inauguration a purpose that you belie, Lover, sweet mother, joker, and harpies with scales combine, Hater, sweet undertaker, all is within, a touch to cold skin and a world you can't deny, Believers, my underachievers, fornicate how to the march of the rain, a lifelong ambition that's driven in pain, a rusty disease that you spread with a knife, a guiltless decision made by his wife, a turning old format that withers and screams, a breathless recognition, we all fail to grin, just wait on the inkline to say what you want, I’m turning these covers and buying the bought, ******* the sweetness to boldly deny, that all these suspicions were aroused in the night, a turning, a quickening, a life on the rails, this one ****** mess i can't wash from my nails, so thorough, so clean, yet so impure it's not true, i tried to remake what i thought couldn't be you, but all indication now points to my spine, the tossing and yearning beneath valentine, i am the weather that spoils your day, please hold my ears as she screams my name.
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Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 4:48 PM UTC
buttersbarone
And in this glove....
Sprung, from beauteous filth, The lies and gradation of the un wed saints Hung, from gracious guilt, The death and oration of the un sung and faint Led, from grounded earth, The soulless narration of the unloved taint Believing is all when your all is a lie, The smell of defeat in the blink of her eye, The way you never fail to surprise the easily shockable, Revealing that all was a lie of your life, The decay of a scent from the skirt of the pile, The path you never chose to really surmise the unreadable, uncollectable Paid, to believe this girth, The salt and salvation of unborn wealth, Laid, the solution of all their faith, The untouchable wrath and indignation of lifeless whelps, Said, to ears that deceive all truth, The unsinkable feeling you and your friends try not to avoid Swaying in time to a common hope thief, The guileless age and her sense of relief, I thought i just told you to leave love at the door, Poison and ruptured the stale old lies, A night of betrayal and blood on these tiles, Faithless, inauguration a purpose that you belie, Lover, sweet mother, joker, and harpies with scales combine, Hater, sweet undertaker, all is within, a touch to cold skin and a world you can't deny, Believers, my underachievers, fornicate how to the march of the rain, a lifelong ambition that's driven in pain, a rusty disease that you spread with a knife, a guiltless decision made by his wife, a turning old format that withers and screams, a breathless recognition, we all fail to grin, just wait on the inkline to say what you want, I’m turning these covers and buying the bought, ******* the sweetness to boldly deny, that all these suspicions were aroused in the night, a turning, a quickening, a life on the rails, this one ****** mess i can't wash from my nails, so thorough, so clean, yet so impure it's not true, i tried to remake what i thought couldn't be you, but all indication now points to my spine, the tossing and yearning beneath valentine, i am the weather that spoils your day, please hold my ears as she screams my name.
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A Willowy brown Down the aisle you go And in your wake are the eyes That seem to be fixed on you Without blinking A willowy black In the forest you spread your bed And you got secret companions watching you That seem to fight for clear spot Without looking their path A willowy blonde Your secret place is a secret pub And your dining place is a hidden hall That seems to attract many to find you Without thinking of their life. A willowy Yellow You live in bright shining lights And create a majestic hallow ring That is the beauty of your life Without a doubt you are gracious. Huh Willowy Oh can’t you just see The danger you have brought Into someone’s life? The fragments and pieces Are uncollectable; What broken hearted soul!
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May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 1:38 AM UTC
tomriesa-waranatau
A Willowy
A Willowy brown Down the aisle you go And in your wake are the eyes That seem to be fixed on you Without blinking A willowy black In the forest you spread your bed And you got secret companions watching you That seem to fight for clear spot Without looking their path A willowy blonde Your secret place is a secret pub And your dining place is a hidden hall That seems to attract many to find you Without thinking of their life. A willowy Yellow You live in bright shining lights And create a majestic hallow ring That is the beauty of your life Without a doubt you are gracious. Huh Willowy Oh can’t you just see The danger you have brought Into someone’s life? The fragments and pieces Are uncollectable; What broken hearted soul!
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