#NoPoo Book 1 An ode to Gabriel
18/11/20 2:15
apples and trees
I knock in sometimes
to see how the kittens are
they're still tiny
and their mother doesn't like me
but I like the kittens
so I'll take her death stare
and pick them up
for a rub
#NoPoo #kittenstho
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*tip the hat. you're all beautiful people
#FucksakeAnna
Leftovers On Broken China
There was an ambiguous inference
clinging to my afterthoughts
and rolling up stream .
The propulsion was forceful
un natural, fabricated
as if it were implanted
against all will.
The weight of 'perhaps' lurked listlessly
in the hollow spaces of my time.
This time being of intermittent frequencies
intercepted at any given moment.
My yesterday's leftovers sit beautifully
on broken china.
Tomorrow hangs precariously through confusion
placed wrongly but clever.
Our cauldron hangs heavy with doubtful brew
my heart feels like hot tyres reaching thin ice.
Realisation quells the punch ,laden
with poisons that penetrate I with your soul
which ejects me far past any paradise
and back down to earth
with your ever real and heaviest presence
I am now suspended in all the equivocations
of self unsurety.
Tune in to the descent of our parallel frequencies
I've been with you so long now, you forgot me
this complacency mixed with tenacity
fuelled the spell that cast us apart.
Our high horses ride not on the sands
of others approval, nor do they rest upon
the receded banks of old fools.
There was an ambiguous inference
clinging to my afterthoughts
and rolling up stream .
The propulsion was forceful
un natural, fabricated
as if it were implanted
against all will.
The weight of 'perhaps' lurked listlessly
in the hollow spaces of my time.
This time being of intermittent frequencies
intercepted at any given moment.
My yesterday's leftovers sit beautifully
on broken china.
Tomorrow hangs precariously through confusion
placed wrongly but clever.
Our cauldron hangs heavy with doubtful brew
my heart feels like hot tyres reaching thin ice.
Realisation quells the punch ,laden
with poisons that penetrate I with your soul
which ejects me far past any paradise
and back down to earth
with your ever real and heaviest presence
I am now suspended in all the equivocations
of self unsurety.
Tune in to the descent of our parallel frequencies
I've been with you so long now, you forgot me
this complacency mixed with tenacity
fuelled the spell that cast us apart.
Our high horses ride not on the sands
of others approval, nor do they rest upon
the receded banks of old fools.
Anonymous
Just a message to say, I’ll only be posting for a month, or at least get as many done as I can within the month, when I start December 1st.
Have some drawings already done, as well as some characters and what they’re doing in each piece.
Really liking some pieces in the thread.
Have some drawings already done, as well as some characters and what they’re doing in each piece.
Really liking some pieces in the thread.
Ricky-sJournals said:Just a message to say, I’ll only be posting for a month, or at least get as many done as I can within the month, when I start December 1st.
Have some drawings already done, as well as some characters and what they’re doing in each piece.
Really liking some pieces in the thread.
Good going bro.
Have some drawings already done, as well as some characters and what they’re doing in each piece.
Really liking some pieces in the thread.
Good going bro.
The Purge (NoPoo 7)
purging your demons
violent darkness inside
but follow the rules
violent darkness inside
but follow the rules
Written by AspergerPoet56
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#NoPoo/ 7/ 18112020/ 22:22:14
::some(more) warm up 'smokiness' continues... amidst the wintry damp 'croaking gourami' nights of a Calotropis gigantea bloom::
indeed, a sealing in in'sigh'tful~ testimonial
..of a last(ing) night, wherein these swelling
spathaceous valvate~ whorly in ripen bloom-
broadening petals of a tongueflower... are in
the merciless lacerational to a deeply incisive
bitten trysts.. those here & there redden crackle
inside out tenting~ fire clots in braving fonts of
the now~ shyless animal in a scriptlessly naked
language... awaits your annealing heal of yet more
(tingeing intense astringence of gripping truth of us
in deeply marrying 'soul~ smokiness' infusionisms
driking in from the vulnerably in entwine, tendrilous
longing tongue~ tip drawn curvilinears, until core
in an electrifying ly benumbing infinite crab~bites)
shellacking wilderness~ swords in the warring verse
-an eternal poetry, this our endless night of
l o v e
*pic: From 'In The Mood Of Love' a 2000 romantic drama hongkong film by Wong Kar-wai
Age old question
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It wasnt the omelette
although there was a lot of work
gone into it: choppping stuff
breakin' eggs n'shit
couldn't find the spatula
when I really fuckin' needed it
so, I'd a knife and a spoon
anyway, it wasnt the omelette
not sure why I mentioned it
if it was that fantastic
I'd have posted it on facebook
let the people take a look
tell me get a cookery book
and I'll thank them
for telling me how shit I am
but, it wasnt the omelette
not sure why I even mentioned it
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#NoPoo #TheChickenDunnit
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It wasnt the omelette
although there was a lot of work
gone into it: choppping stuff
breakin' eggs n'shit
couldn't find the spatula
when I really fuckin' needed it
so, I'd a knife and a spoon
anyway, it wasnt the omelette
not sure why I mentioned it
if it was that fantastic
I'd have posted it on facebook
let the people take a look
tell me get a cookery book
and I'll thank them
for telling me how shit I am
but, it wasnt the omelette
not sure why I even mentioned it
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#NoPoo #TheChickenDunnit
Anonymous
1+1=fin
“What you looking at?”
A: I’m looking at something.
“What you looking at?”
A: I’m looking at something.
19.11.2020
11.25am
#NoPoo
he unravels sunbeams patiently
he wills them to be bouquets
that can be presented
to her proudly
she sleeps unaware
peaceful in her own dreams
he sighs willing to be there
dancing in her shadow
(An old write)
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11.25am
#NoPoo
he unravels sunbeams patiently
he wills them to be bouquets
that can be presented
to her proudly
she sleeps unaware
peaceful in her own dreams
he sighs willing to be there
dancing in her shadow
(An old write)
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