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Upsized in elastic tugs Boxing gloves trembling in sweat A pace of haste, a stretch of jab Ahead a mob, resign the job The cheer as the pro smears In tears I resume with fear Body solid, the barefoot I bear Hands bare all ignited gears Endured as the rope snaps My lioness is lost in the ring Fire roars, an angered uproar Unable to face the opponent A body shot, a tummy stomp Mouth guard stumped,beg to stop Cheers rant upfront,the pain pause Three minutes cease, an earring drop
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Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 9:45 AM UTC
Frozen in a Boxing Ring
When I was just a child, they were just a married couple; Older, middle-aged, nothing distinguishing about them at all. I loved swimming in their swimming pool, Until they upsized, to a glitzy neighborhood of rambling, Ranch-style houses. And they upscaled, to exotic, foreign vacations. Brought me back a Hawaiian volcanic stone, with emerald flecks, A salt and pepper shaker set from Israel. She was a clothes horse, always kept her figure, Dressed slinky but classy, for an old babe; Visibly stood taller, if another woman Ever complimented her clothing or style- And they invariably did. My dad said that when alone with her husband, That man would brag about daily ******** From his office receptionist, at the end of the workday Before going home. I was older then, tried to imagine How the shared exchange could have furthered Some ancient, nightly excavated ambition? Alone with her once, my dad said he made an innuendo, Some playful joke which he had since forgotten the point of, Probably due to the more stunning reaction it caused. He had always loved teasing with words, But he said that she had dropped all suggestion of pretense, And she had told him then, You couldn't handle it.. He still chuckled about it, long after the fact. Funny how for all those years, what I remembered seeing Was a mostly colorless couple Who always drove large Cadillacs. And how in the later years, he could only move While tethered to his oxygen tank, Though it never hindered his smoking.
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Aug 23, 2010
Aug 23, 2010 at 12:11 PM UTC
The Secret Lives of Others
When I was just a child, they were just a married couple; Older, middle-aged, nothing distinguishing about them at all. I loved swimming in their swimming pool, Until they upsized, to a glitzy neighborhood of rambling, Ranch-style houses. And they upscaled, to exotic, foreign vacations. Brought me back a Hawaiian volcanic stone, with emerald flecks, A salt and pepper shaker set from Israel. She was a clothes horse, always kept her figure, Dressed slinky but classy, for an old babe; Visibly stood taller, if another woman Ever complimented her clothing or style- And they invariably did. My dad said that when alone with her husband, That man would brag about daily ******** From his office receptionist, at the end of the workday Before going home. I was older then, tried to imagine How the shared exchange could have furthered Some ancient, nightly excavated ambition? Alone with her once, my dad said he made an innuendo, Some playful joke which he had since forgotten the point of, Probably due to the more stunning reaction it caused. He had always loved teasing with words, But he said that she had dropped all suggestion of pretense, And she had told him then, You couldn't handle it.. He still chuckled about it, long after the fact. Funny how for all those years, what I remembered seeing Was a mostly colorless couple Who always drove large Cadillacs. And how in the later years, he could only move While tethered to his oxygen tank, Though it never hindered his smoking.
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Awakened and upsized Macaques enclosed in plastics Blown like a fainted paper A ladder presents in heights As the stamina builds to rise The climb to the sky scrapper Should we run to the utmost Drag each other to ascendance Hunt our vulnerabilities and nurse them My love carry our load to paradise These road of ours to hold and touch Heighten us so we light the city streets Feel my pulse throbbing for you As the sun scorch and the wind blows Darling, I will wait for you day after day
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May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 4:41 PM UTC
Road to Paradise
I'm there, but invisible. I think that I'm invincible. But I'm no Iron Man. I try to be a Green Lantern In a room full of Red Lanterns. But trying is never enough. Trying is never good enough. Rage-filled regret Strength-radiated reliance. They call me devoted Little do they know, I've just deviated From them all. They tell me not to Put up a fake front A façade of sorts. But I have to To hide my scars And shattered mind. To say that I'm good When I'm not Like aspiring to be Like Atlantis A picturesque paradise An upsized utopia An insecure phobia. We were born Into this world Told that we were meant to Change it. Told that we were Superheroes and princesses. But I'm no Superman. I'm a Sentry at war With my own self With those around me With my own mind. The happiness that I see Is one that I cannot bear Like Batman re-living Past deaths in his lair. I live it everyday Feet full of lead Like Doomsday and Superman Here I lay, On the ground, Dead.
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Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 12:23 AM UTC
Azrael
I want more, and I will lie no more. Call me greedy; I don't care anymore. I want more money. Who doesn't? They are never enough. Never enough. I am but a **** poor untalented peasant, I just want to numb myself with more stuff. With more money, I can buy more books. The more pages I flipped, I lose myself more. More money also means more toys that hooks My inner child - he now knows freedom more. I want more food. OM NOM NOM FOOD! I hunger for simple gastronomical richness: Multiple mint teabags to better calm my mood, Serve with upsized servings of buttery tastiness. Yet, even the simplest desires, Need. MONEY! What's that you say? Learn to have less desires? Let me write it down on my list; oh that's funny; This long list, of desires, do you think it expires? Nay, I say, for all my wants, shall grow evermore! MORE! MORE! MORE!
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May 14, 2021
May 14, 2021 at 10:41 AM UTC
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I realized I'm in love when I weeped all day, Analyzing last phrase "We'll never meet again". Happiness's still happiness even for a second. Guess we were given hearts for someone come and break 'em. How could u think I'm perfect, when all your saw was blur. Im shocked that ur so evil without a good boy fleur. Cant stand pathetic letters and all your fictional thoughts. U showed me kinds of magic, than left nothing but ache and dust. Life is wonderland full of my friends and I'm the maddest hatter. Though I would be a good girl? ***** My trump card is vendetta. Stop to behave yourself that way, i am wild cat that can't be tamed. You're smart enough to understand I can't be blamed for who I am. Go ahead find a reflection at the pupils of my eyes. Don't u see the devil that cut me hundred times. No, I dont wanna hurt u. U know that we allies. But I cant take no more of it. The weight is too upsized. All I need is you to talk with me. Tell me what u think we are could be? Trust me saying I need u close, I love u back we both got lost. Now all I want is you to talk with me.
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Feb 6, 2021
Feb 6, 2021 at 1:02 PM UTC
let's just talk
See her mouth gently clad as the grasshopper hop avidly whilst the ants swamp in anticipation See her weigh the upsized eggs as her fertility sparcely disappear casting shadows to his peripheries See the two rocks collide and form yeilding  to the uprooted dead plants a homage of the great masturbator Dali! take me to the planes of Emporda at the bay of Cadaques, our beautiful Catalonia let's escape and hide to the Alberes hills Dali! take me to the jewel of the hidden hills for their rotten love is a petrefaction a parallel to our mystic crown
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Jan 23, 2020
Jan 23, 2020 at 7:17 PM UTC
The Great Masturbator