#NoPoo Book 1 An ode to Gabriel
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11/22/2020 9:53amEST
The same question -
is asked and answered
without a word
silence is booming,
speaking more than it should
It's within this quiet
that my harshest pain regales,
a pounding reminder
of just where I have failed
#NoPoo
The same question -
is asked and answered
without a word
silence is booming,
speaking more than it should
It's within this quiet
that my harshest pain regales,
a pounding reminder
of just where I have failed
#NoPoo
Love's Laughter (NoPoo 11)
breathless hearts abound
through enamoured playful eyes
releasing laughter
through enamoured playful eyes
releasing laughter
Written by AspergerPoet56
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blackmoons of painternity
"Nothing begins, and nothing ends,
That is not paid with moan;
For we are born in others’ pain,
And perish in our own."
—Francis Thompson
a phalange of ploughing in palmar parallelisms- these
feverishly arid emery fingertips.. comb in synergy over
pretty unworked cheeks ...in a circular pondering motion
to rest abrupt over compressive pressures of an
unsmiling zygomatic arch in a long comatose dormancy..
-causal of the sturdy pressing brake of a steely minded
trapezial artiste' wrist~ bone gymnasiast.. over the cheeky
coldening numbness in guard by the mandibular hitlerists
hardliners in rigorous waits of a monotonous sterility...
those sliding fragile fingertips of forgotten hummings.. burn
with tucking in pains of a swollen hyponychial stiffenings..in
no more easy flown minglings of a fluidic specie it has been
-now made a difficult mound of a hardened chaos.. as islands
of stigmatic barriers.. inner hungering with a peeling nakedness
laying inside out as a wanton beauty for a brutally pressing pain
trying hard under the dimming twilights... to untie those tangling
haphazard twists of a mountainously hermetic~ existential knot-
sweaty skin~tight inner skirts.. as slender leaning forward earnest
index works in sync with thumbing boldness.. only to be falling in
slippery pages of a repetitive failure, & in process worsely pinching
themselves in an emptiness of endlessly frustrating tries in defeat
palish anaemic lunulae half-moons eat & erode to an impoverishing
nullnes, in a gushy debouching cry out of fulvous rusting turbid tears
scumming indelibly dark as eternal rooting pains of deep melancholy
Written by summultima
(uma)
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#NoPoo/ 11/ 22112020/ 23:41:17
23.11.2020
6.31am
#NoPoo
there's a subtle shift
and then silence
a soft sigh
that reverberates in my space
gentle as butterfly wings
on tear worn cheeks
I watch morning light
peek through my window
lighting up a half glass of water
on my table
Good Morning in Your Evening...
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6.31am
#NoPoo
there's a subtle shift
and then silence
a soft sigh
that reverberates in my space
gentle as butterfly wings
on tear worn cheeks
I watch morning light
peek through my window
lighting up a half glass of water
on my table
Good Morning in Your Evening...
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Derelict (NoPoo 12)
an abandoned heart
broken derelict without
love to care for it
broken derelict without
love to care for it
Written by AspergerPoet56
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11/23/2020 12:54am EST
With her leopard print purse slung haphazard
black tights ripp'd in a punk rock fuck you type hip
a cigarette between red pouty lips
she stiletto struts...
over to the old Wurlitzer jukebox
slams her pesos down
with all this supposed newfound
sense of her own disgruntled profound;
flicks ashes on the already dirty ground
sighs an over dramatic sigh
slides her money in,
presses her selection, 'B12'
and
slowly she moves and then kinda grinds,
she dances the dance of her
soul's
truest one of a kind....
#NoPoo
With her leopard print purse slung haphazard
black tights ripp'd in a punk rock fuck you type hip
a cigarette between red pouty lips
she stiletto struts...
over to the old Wurlitzer jukebox
slams her pesos down
with all this supposed newfound
sense of her own disgruntled profound;
flicks ashes on the already dirty ground
sighs an over dramatic sigh
slides her money in,
presses her selection, 'B12'
and
slowly she moves and then kinda grinds,
she dances the dance of her
soul's
truest one of a kind....
#NoPoo
Bluevelvete said:11/23/2020 12:54am EST
With her leopard print purse slung haphazard
black tights ripp'd in a punk rock fuck you type hip
a cigarette between red pouty lips
she stiletto struts...
over to the old Wurlitzer jukebox
slams her pesos down
with all this supposed newfound
sense of her own disgruntled profound;
flicks ashes on the already dirty ground
sighs an over dramatic sigh
slides her money in,
presses her selection, 'B12'
and
slowly she moves and then kinda grinds,
she dances the dance of her
soul's
truest one of a kind....
#NoPoo
So what song was B12
With her leopard print purse slung haphazard
black tights ripp'd in a punk rock fuck you type hip
a cigarette between red pouty lips
she stiletto struts...
over to the old Wurlitzer jukebox
slams her pesos down
with all this supposed newfound
sense of her own disgruntled profound;
flicks ashes on the already dirty ground
sighs an over dramatic sigh
slides her money in,
presses her selection, 'B12'
and
slowly she moves and then kinda grinds,
she dances the dance of her
soul's
truest one of a kind....
#NoPoo
So what song was B12
a child amongst the adults
he failed
his grip
on innocence
meant that its
remnants
were still lodged
under his fingernails.
.
Written by cold_fusion
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23.11.2020
