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Angeliki
Poem Published
20th Aug 2017 2:40am
20th Aug 2017 2:40am
Love in the 20th Century
I have to lose myself to find myself
And I have to love myself so I can share it
I'm in love with Art. God thou Art.
I know I can share my ART With the righteous human
Fallen angel of the universe
the laws will always be on your side
care for me like I'm your sister
care for me like I'm your mother
care for me like I'm your wife
care for me like I'm your girlfriend
love me eternally
feel the fear, let it accelerate your blood stream
until you ignite with a flame of lust for my soul
engaging into heaven breathing as one ...
And I have to love myself so I can share it
I'm in love with Art. God thou Art.
I know I can share my ART With the righteous human
Fallen angel of the universe
the laws will always be on your side
care for me like I'm your sister
care for me like I'm your mother
care for me like I'm your wife
care for me like I'm your girlfriend
love me eternally
feel the fear, let it accelerate your blood stream
until you ignite with a flame of lust for my soul
engaging into heaven breathing as one ...
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Joshuaberry
Poem Published
20th Aug 2017 7:05am
20th Aug 2017 7:05am
The Intruder
I sat reluctantly by examination's order,
And was subsequently fed by intuity's feeder.
Then she came singing aloud,
Sending in array cluster's voice crowd.
With her tune piercing my hear,
My brain did itch and my eyes feared.
'Cos the brain is directed,
To her voice till the eyes is perfected.
With Joyful heart i looked wearily,
While she danced yet and sang heartily.
'Phew...phew',she disturbed my peace,
Till my eyes did theirselves fixed.
She wouldn't go without a scare;
It's the weaver- naked and bare.
...
And was subsequently fed by intuity's feeder.
Then she came singing aloud,
Sending in array cluster's voice crowd.
With her tune piercing my hear,
My brain did itch and my eyes feared.
'Cos the brain is directed,
To her voice till the eyes is perfected.
With Joyful heart i looked wearily,
While she danced yet and sang heartily.
'Phew...phew',she disturbed my peace,
Till my eyes did theirselves fixed.
She wouldn't go without a scare;
It's the weaver- naked and bare.
...
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AtoMikbomb
Poem Published
21st Aug 2017 10:21pm
21st Aug 2017 10:21pm
Sine Infinitas
Were I vampiric
Quenching deathly devoir in only sociopath...
-Blood-
Milking veins restrictedly rigid
By lives of antagonism
My glut would doubtless
Scale deathless
Sailing the endless fringe
A sin beyond even...
Outmost stars
Quenching deathly devoir in only sociopath...
-Blood-
Milking veins restrictedly rigid
By lives of antagonism
My glut would doubtless
Scale deathless
Sailing the endless fringe
A sin beyond even...
Outmost stars
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Dresdamanx
Poem Published
20th Aug 2017 8:52am
20th Aug 2017 8:52am
Untitled
What has awoken
To stir and burden
A heart to yearn for
Passion’s yield?
Who has risen
To rally dimmed flames
In grand desire of
Discovery and rediscovery?
When shall be
The moment...the
Grand Union, in which
To wade so deeply?
Where will find,
This act born out,
The stage where futures
& fortunes are risked?
To be true
To be whole
To be felt
To give feeling
To allow
To trespass
Upon whose shoulder
Dare judgement lie,
When the body & mind
Agree to freedom? ...
To stir and burden
A heart to yearn for
Passion’s yield?
Who has risen
To rally dimmed flames
In grand desire of
Discovery and rediscovery?
When shall be
The moment...the
Grand Union, in which
To wade so deeply?
Where will find,
This act born out,
The stage where futures
& fortunes are risked?
To be true
To be whole
To be felt
To give feeling
To allow
To trespass
Upon whose shoulder
Dare judgement lie,
When the body & mind
Agree to freedom? ...
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Joshuaberry
Poem Published
20th Aug 2017 3:44pm
20th Aug 2017 3:44pm
Darkness And I
The thick darkness calls at me,
But what league do we have in common?
The heightened atmosphere beckons to me,
But my interest; moistured and forlorn.
The singing toads and howling crickets,
The berries and almonds speaking in tongues.
The bewitching owl got me in her thicket,
Now choked in the pleasantries of her throngs.
Grotesque shape salutes the nooks and crannies.
Now a scotting lizard later a stooping hunter.
My fear levitated from venus to other axis,
Before the ray of my lover glitters.
More fear,dreads did darkness lent me....
But what league do we have in common?
The heightened atmosphere beckons to me,
But my interest; moistured and forlorn.
The singing toads and howling crickets,
The berries and almonds speaking in tongues.
The bewitching owl got me in her thicket,
Now choked in the pleasantries of her throngs.
Grotesque shape salutes the nooks and crannies.
Now a scotting lizard later a stooping hunter.
My fear levitated from venus to other axis,
Before the ray of my lover glitters.
More fear,dreads did darkness lent me....
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mithun
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2017 8:15am
2nd Aug 2017 8:15am
Death in the Afternoon
dry humourless afternoon
snakes slithering under trees
eagles fighting in the sky
the ninth symphony playing
it feels like the death in a cat’s gaze
~ mithun
snakes slithering under trees
eagles fighting in the sky
the ninth symphony playing
it feels like the death in a cat’s gaze
~ mithun
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Eudemonia
Poem Published
4th Aug 2017 2:52pm
4th Aug 2017 2:52pm
Lavish
What could a lovely
Moneyed
Young beauty
Possibly have to lament?
When your
Daddy's
This rich
You know, they don't ask questions.
They don't ask questions.
Moneyed
Young beauty
Possibly have to lament?
When your
Daddy's
This rich
You know, they don't ask questions.
They don't ask questions.
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OxyMoronicMe
G.L. Emz
G.L. Emz
Poem Published
16th Aug 2017 6:40pm
16th Aug 2017 6:40pm
CINDERELLA
That painful sting of piranhas swimming the rivers of intricate innards
gnawing, eating at its banks, could paint the rotten pear like apples
In crimson pool that was blood - Shinning! Red! Fresh! Delectable!
When innocence got robbed from cradles into Love-for-sale
where admiration means, get naked, lay down and open your legs
to strangers wearing cheap cognac as aftershave - Disgusting!
A nightmare disguised as fairytale, shared so none would forget
that the temptation of grandeur boxed in the sandcastle of life
is no worse than the promise of hell...
gnawing, eating at its banks, could paint the rotten pear like apples
In crimson pool that was blood - Shinning! Red! Fresh! Delectable!
When innocence got robbed from cradles into Love-for-sale
where admiration means, get naked, lay down and open your legs
to strangers wearing cheap cognac as aftershave - Disgusting!
A nightmare disguised as fairytale, shared so none would forget
that the temptation of grandeur boxed in the sandcastle of life
is no worse than the promise of hell...
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FallenAngle
Poem Published
20th Aug 2017 1:05am
20th Aug 2017 1:05am
Please family.
Please mammy, stop hurting me
I know I'm a bastard
I know I am wicked,
I know I'm a burden
I know you hate me,
You tell me every day.
Please mammy, don't notice me
I forgot something in the shop
I also lost some change,
I tried my very best
I swear I did,
But it will never be good enough.
Please mammy, stop shouting soon
I can't cry myself to sleep
I have to block my sisters ears
I am well used to you by now,
I have someone to protect now
How was I to know not like this.
Please mammy, don't look for...
I know I'm a bastard
I know I am wicked,
I know I'm a burden
I know you hate me,
You tell me every day.
Please mammy, don't notice me
I forgot something in the shop
I also lost some change,
I tried my very best
I swear I did,
But it will never be good enough.
Please mammy, stop shouting soon
I can't cry myself to sleep
I have to block my sisters ears
I am well used to you by now,
I have someone to protect now
How was I to know not like this.
Please mammy, don't look for...
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MobiusNovae
Poem Published
21st Aug 2017 11:50am
21st Aug 2017 11:50am
Freed Suduction
Within the Abyss, for You I wait
I Long for the Midnight Hours chime
For then I am Freed from Hell's Gate
To Seduce my Queen for You are Mine
Your Seductions to me, are oh so Sweet
Entering in thru your Darkest Dreams
So that I might make, my Queen complete
I Treasure all your Lustful Screams
For I come to Thee, in Dead of Night
My hands do Glide across your Skin
You Moan in Pleasure with every Bite
Such Ecstasy this Demon's Sin
Filling you Heart with Hellish Fire
With Wickedness your Soul, I do Caress
Your body Quivers...
I Long for the Midnight Hours chime
For then I am Freed from Hell's Gate
To Seduce my Queen for You are Mine
Your Seductions to me, are oh so Sweet
Entering in thru your Darkest Dreams
So that I might make, my Queen complete
I Treasure all your Lustful Screams
For I come to Thee, in Dead of Night
My hands do Glide across your Skin
You Moan in Pleasure with every Bite
Such Ecstasy this Demon's Sin
Filling you Heart with Hellish Fire
With Wickedness your Soul, I do Caress
Your body Quivers...
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Moonfire-Lark
Poem Published
28th Jul 2017 3:36am
28th Jul 2017 3:36am
The Buzzed HQ Butterfly Experiment (Phase One)
Do you fancy your jollies
Being broadcasted in high quality experiments
To forge a new experience
In crass forays of doubt?
Is it time to get the lead out
With a delicacy of the butterfly?
Isn't it time he said goodbye
To the bright blue sky?
And the blight that tried
To knock on silent doors
Of empty homes
As dead as bones
When misfits are left alone
To breed
When nitwits are left alone
To grieve
And receive
What they bleed
From the seed
Of opportunistic whispers
Barely heard
And drowning...
Being broadcasted in high quality experiments
To forge a new experience
In crass forays of doubt?
Is it time to get the lead out
With a delicacy of the butterfly?
Isn't it time he said goodbye
To the bright blue sky?
And the blight that tried
To knock on silent doors
Of empty homes
As dead as bones
When misfits are left alone
To breed
When nitwits are left alone
To grieve
And receive
What they bleed
From the seed
Of opportunistic whispers
Barely heard
And drowning...
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candycrier
Poem Published
10th Aug 2017 6:16am
10th Aug 2017 6:16am
ANGST 2017-U.S.-North Korea
moon hasn't fallen
crickets still chirping sleep sleep
rats though in the clocks
crickets still chirping sleep sleep
rats though in the clocks
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