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"viciously" poems
I want to make love with you wildly, savagely, viciously insatiable need crowds out all thought except for how you feel to me it's more than lustful carnal craving raw passions threaten to explode we're one, together in that moment senses burning, overload hearts pounding, muscles shaking salty sweat, bodies aching driven into breathless frenzy release, that moment stopped in time once more, to feel that you are mine
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May 19, 2012
May 19, 2012 at 4:14 AM UTC
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Oh, how dark our history is You, my author of misery and pain With fingers set to scribble my demise This is our story, writ with chaotic pen One that left calamity in its wake You would always start the chapter Every page inked with words of black On the point of a pen, you'd viciously write Using the sharp edge to stab into my being Scripting, deeply, my eternal damnation You erased my name and made me delusional Always forcing me to your divine will For the pen, always mightier than the sword Was kept toward the edge of my neck Swearing to strike at any given moment Always determined, I'd end our sentences Fighting to gain balance and bear the final period Yet it was not without consequences For you and I were wrought with scars Etched into the bottom of our hearts, a burning black If only these words painted a happy picture But the thousand only paint a picture of pain A dreary battle between two broken forces On timeworn pages, brittle-ing on and on Begging for the piece that holds our final chapter And that chapter swiftly came for I was the ending Leaving in the night, gone without a trace With no words or ink left as a guiding clue Carefully escaping from your paper prison Free from the agony of the writer's press On that day, I began my life again Starting a happy story; free, original, and new A home of letters filled with love, life, and joy Where I'd never dare see you again, my dear, dear author And never bleed black from your miserable weapon
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May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 10:22 AM UTC
Novel of Black
Oh, how dark our history is You, my author of misery and pain With fingers set to scribble my demise This is our story, writ with chaotic pen One that left calamity in its wake You would always start the chapter Every page inked with words of black On the point of a pen, you'd viciously write Using the sharp edge to stab into my being Scripting, deeply, my eternal damnation You erased my name and made me delusional Always forcing me to your divine will For the pen, always mightier than the sword Was kept toward the edge of my neck Swearing to strike at any given moment Always determined, I'd end our sentences Fighting to gain balance and bear the final period Yet it was not without consequences For you and I were wrought with scars Etched into the bottom of our hearts, a burning black If only these words painted a happy picture But the thousand only paint a picture of pain A dreary battle between two broken forces On timeworn pages, brittle-ing on and on Begging for the piece that holds our final chapter And that chapter swiftly came for I was the ending Leaving in the night, gone without a trace With no words or ink left as a guiding clue Carefully escaping from your paper prison Free from the agony of the writer's press On that day, I began my life again Starting a happy story; free, original, and new A home of letters filled with love, life, and joy Where I'd never dare see you again, my dear, dear author And never bleed black from your miserable weapon
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I'm a relationship engineer Building engines to persevere Through the loneliness I fear That makes me panic And seek out a mechanic That tinkers With my blinkers But doesn't fix a thing When I'm left with a sting From what's defined as a fling My pistons pumping The way I'm ******* When I find a rocket scientist That formulates the highest bliss In his carefully calculated kiss But I start to viciously ***** When our problems are subatomic Because every decision Creates nuclear fission Which causes decay And explosions of energy His thoughts he relays He sees me as the enemy So I find a Christian To pump my pistons He has the morals of God Which I figure can't be flawed Though they may seem odd But he doesn't love me He feels he's above me He acts like a martyr Which makes me fall harder But I'm left alone on the cross He has forsaken me He thinks I'm made of frost He has mistaken me I feel alone In the brimstone Of his dial tone I found loneliness In their phoniness My engine needs trust Otherwise it develops rust But when everyone tries to act cool Pain becomes my alternative fuel Love once seemed like a jewel Until my blood made a pool I tried to get repairs To find that nobody cares I learned that science Was of no reliance And the pious life Brought riot strife So I find nowhere to turn While my engine burns
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Jan 14, 2018
Jan 14, 2018 at 3:58 PM UTC
Engineer
the girls had been chattering and laughing in the dining room when suddenly nan, zoey, and madison charged in the room. making everyone stop and look at them. "Alright ******* Madison stood with her arms crossed and an enraged look in her dark brown eyes. "who the **** stole my money???" she questioned. the girls just sat there and looked at her quietly. "okay, none of you broke *** hos want to fess up? you're ballsy enough to take my **** but you're not ballsy enough to stand up to me? i see" Madison shouted. sadness and hostility in her eyes and voice. "who took Madisons money? i wanna know right now!" Cassie stood up in anger. quickly rushing to Madisons aid. Madison nudged her alittle and rolled her eyes. Cassie folded her arms, mimicking exactly what Madison had been doing. "BROKE *** HOESSSS!" Cassie screamed, pointing at all the girls. Pyper rolled her big blue eyes and flipped her long crimson red hair laughing, "nobody stole your money you idiot, you probably just misplaced it." she laughed, fearlessly looking madison straight in the eyes. which made nan look at pyper very suspiciously as she read her mind. "hold my earrings please." Madison began to put her hair up in a bun. "what is going on in here?" Cordelia stormed in the room with her arms folded. "put your shoes on Madison." Cordelia looked at Madison in confusion. "nothing, Madisons spazing out because she thinks that someone took her money. and now she's getting all 'ghetto' and bent out of shape about it. taking her payless heels off like she's actually going to do something." pyper rolled her eyes and joked, making the rest of the girls laugh aswell. "payless? i only wear chanel." Madison flipped her hair. Nan looked Pyper in the eyes suspiciously, shaking her head from side to side. "i'm going to say this once and once only." cordelia shouted. "i will not have any fighting or steeling in this house. and if anyone is caught fighting or steeling, you will be expelled. it's a big bad world out there girls, up until now you've all lived very sheltered lives and i'd hate to send you out in it to fend for yourselves." Cordelia sighed. pyper got a very sad look in her eyes. "sheltered" she snickered, "right." Nan looked at pyper sadly, still reading her mind. "what are you looking at?" Pyper shouted at nan viciously. "i'm not sure yet." Nan replied curiously.
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Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 1:14 PM UTC
coven fan fic part 4
the girls had been chattering and laughing in the dining room when suddenly nan, zoey, and madison charged in the room. making everyone stop and look at them. "Alright ******* Madison stood with her arms crossed and an enraged look in her dark brown eyes. "who the **** stole my money???" she questioned. the girls just sat there and looked at her quietly. "okay, none of you broke *** hos want to fess up? you're ballsy enough to take my **** but you're not ballsy enough to stand up to me? i see" Madison shouted. sadness and hostility in her eyes and voice. "who took Madisons money? i wanna know right now!" Cassie stood up in anger. quickly rushing to Madisons aid. Madison nudged her alittle and rolled her eyes. Cassie folded her arms, mimicking exactly what Madison had been doing. "BROKE *** HOESSSS!" Cassie screamed, pointing at all the girls. Pyper rolled her big blue eyes and flipped her long crimson red hair laughing, "nobody stole your money you idiot, you probably just misplaced it." she laughed, fearlessly looking madison straight in the eyes. which made nan look at pyper very suspiciously as she read her mind. "hold my earrings please." Madison began to put her hair up in a bun. "what is going on in here?" Cordelia stormed in the room with her arms folded. "put your shoes on Madison." Cordelia looked at Madison in confusion. "nothing, Madisons spazing out because she thinks that someone took her money. and now she's getting all 'ghetto' and bent out of shape about it. taking her payless heels off like she's actually going to do something." pyper rolled her eyes and joked, making the rest of the girls laugh aswell. "payless? i only wear chanel." Madison flipped her hair. Nan looked Pyper in the eyes suspiciously, shaking her head from side to side. "i'm going to say this once and once only." cordelia shouted. "i will not have any fighting or steeling in this house. and if anyone is caught fighting or steeling, you will be expelled. it's a big bad world out there girls, up until now you've all lived very sheltered lives and i'd hate to send you out in it to fend for yourselves." Cordelia sighed. pyper got a very sad look in her eyes. "sheltered" she snickered, "right." Nan looked at pyper sadly, still reading her mind. "what are you looking at?" Pyper shouted at nan viciously. "i'm not sure yet." Nan replied curiously.
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Quietly and alone, a flower blushes in the cactus garden. Viciously and slow, the flower is pricked by the venomous spines.
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Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 9:15 AM UTC
The Cacti & The Flower
A female tennis player might give An umpire a piece of her mind When she disagrees with him. Consequently, she is fined Or penalized in other ways. However, if the player's a male, He can spit, destroy his racket, Yell, and viciously assail The umpire at a tournament. He could even resort to calling The ump an "abortion," and little or nothing Happens to him. Now THAT'S appalling! A candid man might be considered "Direct" or "outspoken." Isn't that rich? But if you are an assertive women, You are basically called a ***** A man who loudly demonstrates At a Senate hearing in an angry fashion Could be considered "aggressive" or even Be called a man of "impetuous passion." A woman, however, who interrupts A Senate hearing with passion hears Herself being called "hysterical" when She's led away to Senators' sneers. Sexism? Discrimination? Inequality? Status quo? It certainly appears that way. The double standard has got to go! -by Bob B (9-11-18)
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Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 9:13 AM UTC
The Old Double Standard
A moments shy smile, Two guppies intertwined Crafty hand work With something swimming viciously through your Dark eyes I long only to ask; Assist you As you've done to me But I know you'd only close me out Bashful Mr Pisces Weakness is not defined by the admittance To not being strong For I've seen terror and sorrow In your gaze For far too long My concerns and listening soul Will be postponed until next week For I cannot bear to see Your frosted eyes melting & The Ice Queen making you weep
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Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 7:47 PM UTC
Pisces
The orb of night is pulchritudinous tonight, And not a breath of life in this house seems to notice. My eyes on you, Your eyes on me, Viciously music trapped between the bed and windows; Innocents tiptoeing along the hall, And us. While walking towards your car, I suppose inferring that: The orb is pulchritudinous tonight, But what I decry is meant for self-revelation or not at all. You look at me and smile. I will always admire the way you glow is so generous to, Those unaware of the way she fills my eyes. A delicate modesty. You open my door, And I am thankful; But can’t help wishing to be with someone who notices that, The Orb is Pulchritudinous tonight.
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Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 6:23 PM UTC
The Orb is Pulchritudinous Night
“Congratulations You managed being five feet above the ground” Said a man who Can’t contain a slight, sardonic sound The situation: He’s reading eating magazines from the coast of Spain And yelling himself blue For the jeepney won’t hurry in the pouring rain He smashed his head on the glass Wishing for a train It nearly cracked / but his New cadence sounded quite sane “Congratulations You took five before you smoked the first one down” Said a man who Complimented me for sinking above the ground “It’s estimation I might trip before a wheel enters our lane” I yelled the truth At this moment, his presence started to stain A boat that had already passed us Yelled, “All aboard!” We weren’t sure it would float But it had a great deal of cords Then we clambered on There was a myriad of golden spades Two for every buried fool That was forced to stay The stench was concealed By the satisfied old man A woman muttered That she was headed to Queensland A driver viciously flung his arms Into the air, in apt alarm The intersection’s volley Aimed for the starboard Everyone reached for the mast, Hoping to soar “Congratulations You nodded off before the lights started to blare” Said a man who Lied, ostentatiously impaired I’m at the station Then, I noticed to my side was a golden ***** I dug myself through The mahogany and got on with my day In the rain
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Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 2:34 PM UTC
Mahogany Mill St.
Cautionary visions visit in viciously vivid fashion I'm dead and my head is missing Everyone is laughing                               But me And the sky is sorta dreary but I don't know With no eyes you don't see too clearly       Sew me a new one on, Attached at the neck Plastic instead of brittle skin and maybe then      I can exist in some form above the normally gray and grim     I pray to a faceless facade             I made a "God" in my head An eternal alternative to turn to and blame    And claim to strangers that he works in mysterious ways         My lips are chafed from singing unheard praises            I'm tasteless and it has me thinking that maybe my mouth was only a product of my imagination      **Food for thought I chew and stop            Its too **** hot for contemplation**       Still, I used to think my hands belonged to someone else      Right up until I used them both to **** myself
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Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 12:38 PM UTC
I Used To Think My Hands Belonged To Someone Else
As snowflakes fell You made your way towards me You were glowing under The silver rays of moonlight Running towards me As I stood still Left breathless and steady As you catch me in your embrace I know I can't resist I know you'll never let me No matter how much We remind ourselves that This relationship is so wrong I guess we just can't Help being in love with Each other's psychotic tendencies If you only knew about The war raging inside me This conflict that slowly kills me Whenever I confront this truth That no matter how much We try to adjust things We were never even made For each other in the first place You clung to me tightly Never wanting to let go Tears falling down your face Irresistible even in your saddest phase I'm on the edge with you Desiring you more than ever Even when the world tells me That we're totally bad for each other You sink your nails on my arms Hastily pulling my face to yours Kissing me viciously sweet Like the sweetest poison for me And even when it hurts Even when it makes me go insane Even when I know its all lustful wanting Everything you do to me feels so right Tonight is a dangerous night Lust hides beneath the passion Love blurred by wanton desire And yet I still want you to stay The violent beasts that we truly are Waiting to surface and be unleashed As bodies dripping in cold sweat Collide in a destructive union You are my sweetest poison You are my deadliest desire No matter how much they say otherwise You are the one I wrongfully chose
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May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 10:34 AM UTC
Toxic
As snowflakes fell You made your way towards me You were glowing under The silver rays of moonlight Running towards me As I stood still Left breathless and steady As you catch me in your embrace I know I can't resist I know you'll never let me No matter how much We remind ourselves that This relationship is so wrong I guess we just can't Help being in love with Each other's psychotic tendencies If you only knew about The war raging inside me This conflict that slowly kills me Whenever I confront this truth That no matter how much We try to adjust things We were never even made For each other in the first place You clung to me tightly Never wanting to let go Tears falling down your face Irresistible even in your saddest phase I'm on the edge with you Desiring you more than ever Even when the world tells me That we're totally bad for each other You sink your nails on my arms Hastily pulling my face to yours Kissing me viciously sweet Like the sweetest poison for me And even when it hurts Even when it makes me go insane Even when I know its all lustful wanting Everything you do to me feels so right Tonight is a dangerous night Lust hides beneath the passion Love blurred by wanton desire And yet I still want you to stay The violent beasts that we truly are Waiting to surface and be unleashed As bodies dripping in cold sweat Collide in a destructive union You are my sweetest poison You are my deadliest desire No matter how much they say otherwise You are the one I wrongfully chose
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When I was a child, I thought, Casually, that solitude Never needed to be sought. Something everybody had, Like nakedness, it lay at hand, Not specially right or specially wrong, A plentiful and obvious thing Not at all hard to understand. Then, after twenty, it became At once more difficult to get And more desired - though all the same More undesirable; for what You are alone has, to achieve The rank of fact, to be expressed In terms of others, or it's just A compensating make-believe. Much better stay in company! To love you must have someone else, Giving requires a legatee, Good neighbours need whole parishfuls Of folk to do it on - in short, Our virtues are all social; if, Deprived of solitude, you chafe, It's clear you're not the virtuous sort. Viciously, then, I lock my door. The gas-fire breathes. The wind outside Ushers in evening rain. Once more Uncontradicting solitude Supports me on its giant palm; And like a sea-anemone Or simple snail, there cautiously Unfolds, emerges, what I am.
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Best Society
Backstage Drake show, don’t know how I got here, heart beats ******** feel every feeling except fear, at Drake’s last show, of The Boy Meets World Tour, backstage without a backstage pass, how the heck did I get here? Life so blessed, there’s no need for a backstage pass, always All Access, no matter where on this atlas, facts facts facts, everybody misbehaving, no one knows how to act, on our worst behavior, wish we could bring **** Back, actually, can barely believe we exist, and all of the quotes I wrote, are starting to sound like a To Do List, my God what type of life is this, in first place, which wasn’t supposed to happen in the first place, how the Hell did I end up, backstage at a show hosted by Drake, how’d I get picked for first place VIP, when I wasn’t even close to being a First Round Draft Pick, how can I live a life so viciously victorious, at the same time terribly tragic, I don’t know, just know it all happened like magic, like that’s it, like going from being an anonymous to an A-List actress, beats bumping heart pumping, sold my heart but kept my soul intact, and if want a seat at the table, all you have to do is ask, go ahead, let’s make this a conversation but if you run your mouth too long, I might start running out of patience, and then you’ll lose your chance and your placement, just saying, just finished another world tour, Boy Meets World 2017, on this wild ride like a rodeo with OVO, only one word to describe this and that’s “Amazing.”, backstage Drake show, don’t know how I got here, heart beats ******** feel everything except fear, at Drake’s last show, of The Boy Meets World Tour, backstage without a backstage pass, how the heck did I get here?… ∆ Aaron LaLux ∆ new book HERE: www.amazon.com/dp/1721134158 Or message me directly and I'll send it to you for FREE. ∆
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Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 11:00 AM UTC
All Access (Backstage Drake)
Backstage Drake show, don’t know how I got here, heart beats ******** feel every feeling except fear, at Drake’s last show, of The Boy Meets World Tour, backstage without a backstage pass, how the heck did I get here? Life so blessed, there’s no need for a backstage pass, always All Access, no matter where on this atlas, facts facts facts, everybody misbehaving, no one knows how to act, on our worst behavior, wish we could bring **** Back, actually, can barely believe we exist, and all of the quotes I wrote, are starting to sound like a To Do List, my God what type of life is this, in first place, which wasn’t supposed to happen in the first place, how the Hell did I end up, backstage at a show hosted by Drake, how’d I get picked for first place VIP, when I wasn’t even close to being a First Round Draft Pick, how can I live a life so viciously victorious, at the same time terribly tragic, I don’t know, just know it all happened like magic, like that’s it, like going from being an anonymous to an A-List actress, beats bumping heart pumping, sold my heart but kept my soul intact, and if want a seat at the table, all you have to do is ask, go ahead, let’s make this a conversation but if you run your mouth too long, I might start running out of patience, and then you’ll lose your chance and your placement, just saying, just finished another world tour, Boy Meets World 2017, on this wild ride like a rodeo with OVO, only one word to describe this and that’s “Amazing.”, backstage Drake show, don’t know how I got here, heart beats ******** feel everything except fear, at Drake’s last show, of The Boy Meets World Tour, backstage without a backstage pass, how the heck did I get here?… ∆ Aaron LaLux ∆ new book HERE: www.amazon.com/dp/1721134158 Or message me directly and I'll send it to you for FREE. ∆
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Hungry filthy eyes From every corner It spies Lustful desire ignition Hardly any blinks Sparks temptation The growth of hunger On youthful body Deludes my anger It hunts upon everyone Especially the feminines Carrying a gun Streets pollute such eyes Some cross, some straight Most full with lies Each day my eye meets Such perverts With viciously lustrous greets... ©sim
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Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 4:17 PM UTC
Hungry Eyes
Fingernails tearing off skin Digging into flesh That red sticky liquid dripping down my wrist my teeth sink in stabbing mercilessly viciously with my canine teeth Strawberries taste delightful!
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Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 8:09 PM UTC
Fingernails on skin and flesh
Tuesday and Wednesday is a blur; I have not slept in between I do not have the luxury of Having a rendezvous with my bed Tuesday and Wednesday is a blur; And you are its perfect metaphor: Viciously fast and vague But I know a vice when I see one Tuesday and Wednesday is a blur; I'm weeding vices out one by one Like coffee and/or cigarettes, You taste so good
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Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 6:10 PM UTC
Good morning / Goodbye
when I'm with you time slips by all the worries that swim viciously sink to the depths of my mind. & when I'm without, there leaves an awful drought exposing the terrors on the dry land valleys of dead thought trout. I think without reason, and reason without thought cannot diminish or swallow the bitter aching knot. there's too many clouds in my already crowded mind all the hours passing aimlessly & still I'm pressed for time without you here afraid I'm going to suffocate beneath all my senseless fears. afraid to lose all & everyone I hold dear for I miss the touch that dams my sticky tears I miss the soul that helps mine be clear.
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Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 7:28 AM UTC
trouble in paradise
As a poet I seek to give words A form of sorts I feel as though I am a blacksmith The hammer a pen The paper my anvil Words the steel Viciously shapeless at first Once refined, beautifully curved Tempered with my emotion To form a crafted sword Not meant to pierce flesh But instead the soul Surface can be of gilded gold Ornate and pretty A blade meant to dazzle and woo I say this resolutely, absolutely Because in the breath of a sentence One can live forever
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Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 3:53 PM UTC
The Poet and the Blacksmith
I’m not quite sure, yet everything I do appears to me as being viciously half-assed yet sincere. I write this mid-winter [I guess?] on the RTA with twenty dollars on me and I don’t want to know in the bank, with cold feet, both literally and metaphorically. The future looks decent from a distance in bar light. As I feign some resemblance of being classy and collect more sodium on my footwear, I ponder the passing of an officer who flashed a light to look at me in the dark on my way from home. It makes me glad I speak English, where there are such hard, sharp and unsympathetic undertones to phrases like, **** off”. It’s dark on the way through Cleveland. Try to stay warm.
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Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 6:22 PM UTC
"There's ******* Salt on Everything."
This mountain of ours Stands viciously before me I am always climbing Never getting higher My grip often slips And I slide back down Often I'll find tools And with them I soar Though these tools break Putting me at square one again This mountain of ours Claims victims every day Some hollow out a home Refusing to climb higher Others have fallen completely And have lost their way There is no easy path To reach this apex An eternal struggle That you must never give up on This mountain of ours Some days are easier than others But those days are few and far between For this journey is a challenge And not a single person has it easy We're all struggling Though some seem better off Don't be envious because You'll never know the difficulties They faced on this mountain of ours
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Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 8:30 AM UTC
The Mountain
Hello again Melancholy. Why are you so unkind to me? Melancholy Is it too much for joy to hover viciously above pain? Melancholy For my pain to be less than joy I would give you gold; melancholy. But you are too familiar and you know my kin. Melancholy Burden has aged my back, bent to understand; Melancholy That even in mirth the heart, melancholy can be forlorn. Melancholy, I would that you were just an acquaintance passing through; melancholy. But all your lies cling to me, melancholy! How to be rid of you? Melancholy?! Forced to see through the sting of blinded hearts’ tears, the eyes of Melancholy. Such, sweet, sad, silent, sadness is Melancholy My bitter friend masquerading as my enemy melancholy. ~ QB
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May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 3:56 AM UTC
I AM JOYFUL ONLY BECAUSE I KNOW WHAT SADNESS IS
I hate looking at you. You are so strikingly beautiful And so viciously ugly When I see you, you lock your eyes with mine and give me a devilish smile You tilt your head forward You’re trying too hard I want to scream **** you Hurt you at the very least Punch you right in your beautiful ugly face I laugh to try to make you stop But inside, I collapse. Please, please stop looking at me. You’re piercing right through my ugly, sexless body Right into my nervous, teenage soul You are so beyond me I hate you for that. I’ll always hate you for that I know you feel superior to me I know you use me I know you take comfort in my cynical, society depreciating, feminist convictions My mumbling garbage of sadness I know you think I’m smart but at the same time pathetic I know that you want me Because you think you can have everything I know you need me Like you need anyone Because you can’t stand to be alone. Yes, I know you can’t stand to be alone. Your wretched body that you toss around like an object All in a vain attempt to be wanted But you still end up alone. You aren’t what you think you are What you want to be So don’t you look down on me like that With your practiced sultriness I say all these things in my laugh But you’re oblivious You look away smiling Like you’ve won something I collapse inside I want to crumple I’m too tired for violence Too sad So I just sit on your couch Perturbed by the silence Even when I hate you most I’m afraid of what you imagine of me in the silence.
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Oct 29, 2012
Oct 29, 2012 at 9:08 PM UTC
McKenna
I hate looking at you. You are so strikingly beautiful And so viciously ugly When I see you, you lock your eyes with mine and give me a devilish smile You tilt your head forward You’re trying too hard I want to scream **** you Hurt you at the very least Punch you right in your beautiful ugly face I laugh to try to make you stop But inside, I collapse. Please, please stop looking at me. You’re piercing right through my ugly, sexless body Right into my nervous, teenage soul You are so beyond me I hate you for that. I’ll always hate you for that I know you feel superior to me I know you use me I know you take comfort in my cynical, society depreciating, feminist convictions My mumbling garbage of sadness I know you think I’m smart but at the same time pathetic I know that you want me Because you think you can have everything I know you need me Like you need anyone Because you can’t stand to be alone. Yes, I know you can’t stand to be alone. Your wretched body that you toss around like an object All in a vain attempt to be wanted But you still end up alone. You aren’t what you think you are What you want to be So don’t you look down on me like that With your practiced sultriness I say all these things in my laugh But you’re oblivious You look away smiling Like you’ve won something I collapse inside I want to crumple I’m too tired for violence Too sad So I just sit on your couch Perturbed by the silence Even when I hate you most I’m afraid of what you imagine of me in the silence.
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i. the Hibiscus is the paradisiacal armistice of quagmire and wind: leave it there anchored to Earth. ii when it rains, it bows to no one; when it genuflects to no bird,   it trills on the red of the moseying hour— nobody sees the Hibiscus.   only the children of the vandal. iii. last summer we had makeshift bubble machines and in the high-rise   of the twilight's cradle, we ran viciously against the humdrum town   blowing bushels of laughter at the dreary populace — the brooms   to a sweeping rustle, unsettled dust mounting the ether.          we hurtled across the infantile roads like they owed us something finitely attributed      to our locomotives. iv.   the Semana Santa had gone by and the season, no matter how promisingly redolent with emollient brush    of wind and laboring silence, held no reprise — the Hibiscus,    it is not alone in the quiet verdigris. v.   somewhere amid the hubbub of city, there is a pendulum of line biting    the shore of waiting repeatedly. only steel scaffolds erected and no    flagrant scent aroused. peregrinating in the haloed hour, the nascent furl of     belch from vociferous iron-clad beasts in all of EDSA    and when i look at people around me they look like gumamelas, finally,     yet i am         not coming home.
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Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 3:15 AM UTC
Gumamela
With chords, thoughts and moves There laid two flying creatures, they had abandoned their shields at the front door when the wine started playing down the walls soaking pole to pole, they drank it with arranged wings, the two seagulls. Little did they know how falsely wary were their bodies already soaked The blue one fluttered to the north air She looked to the sun and knew Too late, the shield was no more in her care When the rain started falling from conflicted clouds in the absence of her rig the seagull languidly tried to cease the drops. No logic to coat the sense All the way deceived by her ghost defense With blurred movements in the sea carpet there came to her sight a savory brown trout murmuring wine memories to the seagull and the only drive in her mind: dip into the water; gently slip her claws through the fish; fiercely devour it; until it's no longer a wish For long she was flying up and down, viciously all around, the blue seagull would see images of the trout in every fish when she was drowned. Little did she know the true brown to go down her throat was by then a far away memory of the one seagull soaked in wine And the moves, thoughts and chords.
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Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 7:31 PM UTC
Famished