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I_IS_ME
Published
Today 8:27pm
Today 8:27pm
P-Nut Or Peanut
#erotic
#death
#drugs
#funny
#dirty
1 read
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MgAl
Published
Today 8:15pm
Today 8:15pm
River
I have felt the ebb and flow of this life,
caresses and tides,
spiraling through my body,
twisting and turning me
into unraveling flows of energy
Languid,
formless,
meandering,
I circle and whirl and whisk,
rushing, slowing, losing my breath,
yet never dying away
I flow to no cardinal in particular,
but every pebble,
every current,
every shore I kiss,
is where I was meant to be all along,
sweeping waves of my own quiet resolve,
bringing with me granules of earth
and washing away again...
caresses and tides,
spiraling through my body,
twisting and turning me
into unraveling flows of energy
Languid,
formless,
meandering,
I circle and whirl and whisk,
rushing, slowing, losing my breath,
yet never dying away
I flow to no cardinal in particular,
but every pebble,
every current,
every shore I kiss,
is where I was meant to be all along,
sweeping waves of my own quiet resolve,
bringing with me granules of earth
and washing away again...
#river
#water
#nature
#LifeCycle
#metaphor
8 reads
0 Comments
PaleSkies
Published
Today 7:35pm
Today 7:35pm
Knees of Autumn
Beneath the ashes of twilight and the bodice of
nature and symphony bees of the antiseptic rose
swooning petal expressions with the scented soul
as the soft winds blow through the gills of the trees
with the moon rising over the wheelwright and the
wooden hypnotic silence whispering inuendoes
swaying to the moon with shadows of butterflies
as nature holds onto the knees of Autumn
listening to the crickets do-si-do, and "Yippee-ki-yay"
nature and symphony bees of the antiseptic rose
swooning petal expressions with the scented soul
as the soft winds blow through the gills of the trees
with the moon rising over the wheelwright and the
wooden hypnotic silence whispering inuendoes
swaying to the moon with shadows of butterflies
as nature holds onto the knees of Autumn
listening to the crickets do-si-do, and "Yippee-ki-yay"
#inspirational
#nature
11 reads
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Lozzamus
Published
Today 7:32pm
Today 7:32pm
Silent, Confrontation With The Ogre
Two Years Earlier, Lucy
A total disaster.
'I've had my eye on you ever since last night when I saw you and one of my students together in the garden shelter,' the Ogre said. 'I assume you were on your way to see the student just then.'
'No.'
'It would be better all-round if you were honest.'
'I am being honest.'
'I hope so,' the Ogre said. 'For your sake. Wandering around student accommodation is a very serious matter.'
She didn't respond to this, unsure of which answer would bring about greater consequences....
A total disaster.
'I've had my eye on you ever since last night when I saw you and one of my students together in the garden shelter,' the Ogre said. 'I assume you were on your way to see the student just then.'
'No.'
'It would be better all-round if you were honest.'
'I am being honest.'
'I hope so,' the Ogre said. 'For your sake. Wandering around student accommodation is a very serious matter.'
She didn't respond to this, unsure of which answer would bring about greater consequences....
#memories
#mystery
#obsession #risk
#obsession #risk
3 reads
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moroccanpoet
Published
Today 6:47pm
Today 6:47pm
Dark corner!
#admiration
#sensual
#sexy
#passion
#seductive
7 reads
0 Comments
moony_
Published
Today 5:52pm
Today 5:52pm
Pigs Piss
You have to have
A specific type of camouflage
To live in this world
A specific type of camouflage
To live in this world
#humankind
16 reads
1 Comment
Styxian
Published
Today 5:49pm
Today 5:49pm
Heaven Takes Away
Back then...
My granny had said that I was a particular child.
How I spent too much time questioning all
of the unreasonable things.
That I was tiresome to her,
when she'd take me to church, and
I wouldn't sit still while listening
to the nonsense of some mortal man
on a stage.
Because I could talk to God anytime,
without that interpreter giving me
his own version.
I'd tell granny, God doesn't see it that way.
She'd just shush me, sometimes handing me
a half-stick of gum to occupy my time.
I'd chew...
My granny had said that I was a particular child.
How I spent too much time questioning all
of the unreasonable things.
That I was tiresome to her,
when she'd take me to church, and
I wouldn't sit still while listening
to the nonsense of some mortal man
on a stage.
Because I could talk to God anytime,
without that interpreter giving me
his own version.
I'd tell granny, God doesn't see it that way.
She'd just shush me, sometimes handing me
a half-stick of gum to occupy my time.
I'd chew...
#fate
#spiritual
#philosophical
32 reads
3 Comments
robert43041
Viking
Viking
Published
Today 5:25pm
Today 5:25pm
Get thee to a nunnery
Abused at home
Repeatedly by her father
Then for a fee he let his brother do her
So she fled to a nunnery
A heaven of peace
Where she was then abused
By the Father Confessor.
One day they found her in the chapel
Dead
Hanging from a beam
By the statue of the Virgin Mary
Repeatedly by her father
Then for a fee he let his brother do her
So she fled to a nunnery
A heaven of peace
Where she was then abused
By the Father Confessor.
One day they found her in the chapel
Dead
Hanging from a beam
By the statue of the Virgin Mary
#dark
#despair
20 reads
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tell_me_wy
Published
Today 4:52pm
Today 4:52pm
Memory
It seems, at times,
Nearly a treachery,
To be so confined
To the thicket of memory.
Nearly a treachery,
To be so confined
To the thicket of memory.
#love
#grief
#conflict #memories
#conflict #memories
16 reads
1 Comment
adagio
Published
Today 4:28pm
Today 4:28pm
Conniving With Crickets - with Maple666
Conniving with crickets, wearing raincoats
toggled up with the brightest buttons
of browns and reds an earthy feel that
gently tread with the winds of nature's remedies
that cling to the vines reflecting on the dew
brings with it the rains of September
to inspire the greening of the symphonies
beneath the Grandaddy Pines
sounding as if accordions
on a scale of dawn to five
conniving with crickets, wearing raincoats
of a twilight's tame vista
toggled up with the brightest buttons
of browns and reds an earthy feel that
gently tread with the winds of nature's remedies
that cling to the vines reflecting on the dew
brings with it the rains of September
to inspire the greening of the symphonies
beneath the Grandaddy Pines
sounding as if accordions
on a scale of dawn to five
conniving with crickets, wearing raincoats
of a twilight's tame vista
#nature
#collaboration
22 reads
2 Comments
oskar
Published
Today 3:35pm
Today 3:35pm
near the docks
Near the old docks in Genoa where old dwellings stand close together making streets narrow and families live is
lived rather noisily, where women hang laundry to dry on small terraces or on window ledges.
Sometimes when several street merges, the open space is called a plaza, where fruit seller, tobacconist, and cafe where men sit and smoke, drink red wine, and argue
about politics, in a gruff manner.
When the crew on his ship took a taxi up to Gramsci Street to seek the bright light, he walked to his cafe, lit a cigarette drank good wine, ate bologna or ricotta or...
lived rather noisily, where women hang laundry to dry on small terraces or on window ledges.
Sometimes when several street merges, the open space is called a plaza, where fruit seller, tobacconist, and cafe where men sit and smoke, drink red wine, and argue
about politics, in a gruff manner.
When the crew on his ship took a taxi up to Gramsci Street to seek the bright light, he walked to his cafe, lit a cigarette drank good wine, ate bologna or ricotta or...
#BestFriend
#friendship
#humankind #heroic
#humankind #heroic
17 reads
1 Comment
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