#NoPoo Book 1 An ode to Gabriel
Vanity’s Falls Peace Uprise
What I see when I look into your cracked falsehood mirror of time, your lost soul still cries
I shall shine, I shall rise
As I stand on sacred land after the whips and chains where my melanin skin tone upon the sun rules by the moon’s shine
Respect the sweetness of the berry juice, intellectual and age no longer confined on a planation of ginger vines
When vile hushed whispers of resentment did not reign its ugly head time after time
I refuse to be the joke of anyone self-loath, their demise
When most cannot even discern Heaven only believing Hell's lies
Only dark hearts filled with venom screw riddles like a jester at play
A time in your soul you can never recapture, be that it may
Old history and age already put out to pasture
Peace, be still, yet, for others it moves away even faster
Interchangeable mugshots of yesteryears
You cannot stagnate Father time my dear
No matter how hot the manly looks to cozy up to with surgery wine
Pictures after younger picture of the same false youthful designs
Who you see here is who you get
No old pictures to charm or showcased as counterfeit
Vanity has always been the mirror’s even twin
Majestic colors have never been my rainbow’s end
You better think wiser when you shout and then think again
ffs
felt my heart sink down
then eat itself
would have ate me too
only for the five pairs of eyes
in the room
that was seven hours ago
and I think I’m over it
just wish
I’d have strangled her
when she tried to hug me
on the way out
..no I don’t
ffs
#NoPoo
felt my heart sink down
then eat itself
would have ate me too
only for the five pairs of eyes
in the room
that was seven hours ago
and I think I’m over it
just wish
I’d have strangled her
when she tried to hug me
on the way out
..no I don’t
ffs
#NoPoo
not really a poem about moving on
breaking the surface
a break in the surface
what difference
does it make really?
it's a gone cause
naming it a tragedy is
nothing
but an exercise
in moving on
even before
the funeral procession
has gathered
fucking obscurity
i used to love it
not anymore
one step
in front
of the other
.
a break in the surface
what difference
does it make really?
it's a gone cause
naming it a tragedy is
nothing
but an exercise
in moving on
even before
the funeral procession
has gathered
fucking obscurity
i used to love it
not anymore
one step
in front
of the other
.
Written by cold_fusion
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Tue, 02/03/2021
1537 AEDST
NP#59
1537 AEDST
NP#59
Howling. Screaming. "Nomads of doom beneath a sepia shadow, conjugating flesh."
A toll of bells rung, as I whispered a new line to a soon play script. I masturbated with my thoughts. As my cock's prowess balked with its temper of heat, my eyes rolled back.
Often titillated in fields of dreams while inhaling the opium that I'm so fond of, with arousing sexual amnesia spinning in my head.
A thespian and scholar of the intelligentsia and considered a dandy among my peers, following in the footsteps of playwrights before me. I was also a social chameleon and could blend in among the citizenry, taking on many personalities.
A bastard's child, conceived by a scullery witch who paid me little of her attention. I became adept at picking pockets as my father taught me the trade. Being small in stature
I swept the chimneys as a young rapscallion. Often as not absconding with the domicile's sterling ware to pawn.
Becoming arrogant by nature, I picked fights, and on occasions, I whored myself out as a young male harlot. I picked a fine time to play it by ear as the pimps tried to have it both ways
A toll of bells rung, as I whispered a new line to a soon play script. I masturbated with my thoughts. As my cock's prowess balked with its temper of heat, my eyes rolled back.
Often titillated in fields of dreams while inhaling the opium that I'm so fond of, with arousing sexual amnesia spinning in my head.
A thespian and scholar of the intelligentsia and considered a dandy among my peers, following in the footsteps of playwrights before me. I was also a social chameleon and could blend in among the citizenry, taking on many personalities.
A bastard's child, conceived by a scullery witch who paid me little of her attention. I became adept at picking pockets as my father taught me the trade. Being small in stature
I swept the chimneys as a young rapscallion. Often as not absconding with the domicile's sterling ware to pawn.
Becoming arrogant by nature, I picked fights, and on occasions, I whored myself out as a young male harlot. I picked a fine time to play it by ear as the pimps tried to have it both ways
Play My Soft Love Notes
Soft strings you’ve stroked
Inscribing love notes all over my tender flesh like an instrument of your preference
I hear the sweetest melody of your soul playing in the distance wind
The crescendo of alluring whispers, I come unto, weakening in the height, I befall
Within the recess of my mind
I taste the forgotten passion that once dripped from the cathedral of your lips
My temple you knelt upon
Dividing the ingress, sanctioning my spirit
Comforted in the calling as we frolicked in the offering of midnight’s glory
Closing my eyes, the sync of heartbeats, I feel
The pulse of absence I hear, leaving me breathless, spent in the need
Reminisce of a time of you and I
Enthralled by the overtures of each breathless touch
Casted upon my skin ever so slowly, as our souls blend
Falling under grace the signature of promises, set me free
Worshipped my body in the baptism of your soul
In the depth of surrendering, purifying me with sacrifices as we partook in the commencement
We loved in the center of time’s foundation
The rings of infinity entrapped tender emotions of our alliance
Us, was ordained written above the illumination of the stars
Heaven you came unto me like a raging thunderstorm
Pouring the crux of your soul
Purifying me
The silence of asunder echoes in its beautiful awakening
Playing my soft love notes
One beat at a time
I hear the sweetest melody of your soul playing on the softest breeze
of forevermore
Inscribing love notes all over my tender flesh like an instrument of your preference
I hear the sweetest melody of your soul playing in the distance wind
The crescendo of alluring whispers, I come unto, weakening in the height, I befall
Within the recess of my mind
I taste the forgotten passion that once dripped from the cathedral of your lips
My temple you knelt upon
Dividing the ingress, sanctioning my spirit
Comforted in the calling as we frolicked in the offering of midnight’s glory
Closing my eyes, the sync of heartbeats, I feel
The pulse of absence I hear, leaving me breathless, spent in the need
Reminisce of a time of you and I
Enthralled by the overtures of each breathless touch
Casted upon my skin ever so slowly, as our souls blend
Falling under grace the signature of promises, set me free
Worshipped my body in the baptism of your soul
In the depth of surrendering, purifying me with sacrifices as we partook in the commencement
We loved in the center of time’s foundation
The rings of infinity entrapped tender emotions of our alliance
Us, was ordained written above the illumination of the stars
Heaven you came unto me like a raging thunderstorm
Pouring the crux of your soul
Purifying me
The silence of asunder echoes in its beautiful awakening
Playing my soft love notes
One beat at a time
I hear the sweetest melody of your soul playing on the softest breeze
of forevermore
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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lucid
her words
bouncing droplets
on a cracked claypan
ephemeral
by nature
a r t
is her
and when she visits
the deserts
leaves in her wake
life
shooting green
she speaks
life
her language
is rain
!!!
Written by cold_fusion
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Wed, 03/03/2021
1255 AEDST
NP#60
1255 AEDST
NP#60
there's truth in I's
I glow
basking in your colors
of grandeur
I sail
through the seas
of your sweetest whispers
I beckon
to fate or destiny—
they answered in favor
when you finally
looked
and saw
me
I revel
in the beauty
of each
exquisitely woven
written word
I stand
ready to collect
shared promises so bold
I touch
the starry sky
as hushed pleas of your name
slip from lips
soaked in dreams
and sanguine believes
I see
all of our intricacies
and know it's our possibilities
that will undoubtedly outshine
I climb
into your mind
with purest lovers heart's intentions
and the truest fervid passion
I smell
nothing sweeter
than you
your scent floating mid air
as I press myself
with utmost care
so tightly against your chest
'Tis sense memory in all it's wicked best
I resign
fear, trepidation
or
Anything
that holds me back
from my
chosen path
that leads
directly
to
You.
I ache
for you
Only you.
Written by Bluevelvete
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3/2/21
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