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A private ghost writer - Her Anonymous Ode
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Jan 2017 11:46am
10th Jan 2017 11:46am
As beautiful as she is
No one has ever claimed her, not even relatives
and forget the bums who has sunk their teeth
into her enriched veins/ Her love is so deeply
rooted, she's vanished more than a few times
for it/ been persecuted and none of it made her
change to hues of hate/ yes melancholic, only
the delectable kind.
As beautiful as she is/ no one has ever been
strong enough to see or claim her.
Except for one man.
*let's keep breaking those inner barriers down babe
and forget the bums who has sunk their teeth
into her enriched veins/ Her love is so deeply
rooted, she's vanished more than a few times
for it/ been persecuted and none of it made her
change to hues of hate/ yes melancholic, only
the delectable kind.
As beautiful as she is/ no one has ever been
strong enough to see or claim her.
Except for one man.
*let's keep breaking those inner barriers down babe
1242 reads
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Jan 2017 10:40pm
1st Jan 2017 10:40pm
In Due Time
Sitting here writing/ contemplating
the places I've received my silvery
grays / thankful for the ghosts of
our past
Sshh just listen, let me express / no
use of crying over happenings that
revealed/feel my palms cupping
the pit and apex of your heart
See we’ve both made it through to
see another combination of our
new age
What I say and do for our abrasions
/are things I've never freely given /
written / or said to another
...
the places I've received my silvery
grays / thankful for the ghosts of
our past
Sshh just listen, let me express / no
use of crying over happenings that
revealed/feel my palms cupping
the pit and apex of your heart
See we’ve both made it through to
see another combination of our
new age
What I say and do for our abrasions
/are things I've never freely given /
written / or said to another
...
1118 reads
EROTIC POEM
Published
28th Dec 2016 2:24am
28th Dec 2016 2:24am
My legion
She demands
in her softest
growl and tones
"you better
not dare waste
one trickling part
of me"
decoded in the
heat of her slit
drenched and
refined
by your fire, in
the name of it,
I become you
and you my
constant migration
in her softest
growl and tones
"you better
not dare waste
one trickling part
of me"
decoded in the
heat of her slit
drenched and
refined
by your fire, in
the name of it,
I become you
and you my
constant migration
1159 reads
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Dec 2016 8:45pm
20th Dec 2016 8:45pm
Open Breaths
When a woman shuts down on
a man, it demands us to reflect
and feel all the aches she’s
almost ever felt
she’d lost courage, to share
herself / until i came along,
with no intentions of insulting
her air
what’s ours is ours / in my
boyish sheath, i would have
taken it all for granted
like the way her sensibilities
straddles me tightly close /
as king, im learning to ritefully
earn her different kinds of her
galvanising warmth
It took one time for her to
tell me: “a woman...
a man, it demands us to reflect
and feel all the aches she’s
almost ever felt
she’d lost courage, to share
herself / until i came along,
with no intentions of insulting
her air
what’s ours is ours / in my
boyish sheath, i would have
taken it all for granted
like the way her sensibilities
straddles me tightly close /
as king, im learning to ritefully
earn her different kinds of her
galvanising warmth
It took one time for her to
tell me: “a woman...
1007 reads
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
13th Dec 2016 1:08pm
13th Dec 2016 1:08pm
Her Scars
My lady has scars all over and inside
...they’re the beautifulness
that becomes her
Her scars are poetic enlightenment
…the deepest I’ve ever had the
pleasure of receiving,
And there’s not a day or night when
…I don’t touch, tongue and kiss
them
they are pure and chronologically
..designed to show her dedication to
life
each fragrantly rises above hardships
…her scars are spectrums all on
their own
I’ve yet to meet them all, but will
..honour and shower them with my ...
...they’re the beautifulness
that becomes her
Her scars are poetic enlightenment
…the deepest I’ve ever had the
pleasure of receiving,
And there’s not a day or night when
…I don’t touch, tongue and kiss
them
they are pure and chronologically
..designed to show her dedication to
life
each fragrantly rises above hardships
…her scars are spectrums all on
their own
I’ve yet to meet them all, but will
..honour and shower them with my ...
1138 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Dec 2016 3:42pm
11th Dec 2016 3:42pm
Internally written
Of what’s been created
he’s my mere reflection
……………………..
she’s my mere reflection
transitioning into her own
with her love
she saturates my soul
…………………...
he hydrates my soul
with his love
to fight against the cold,
eternity’s mist falls on him
……………………
to fight against obscurity,
eternity’s caress cries for
her only
~
two blooms, one stem,
multitudinous roots
all paths leads back to
our abode
~
you’ll always need me
inside...
he’s my mere reflection
……………………..
she’s my mere reflection
transitioning into her own
with her love
she saturates my soul
…………………...
he hydrates my soul
with his love
to fight against the cold,
eternity’s mist falls on him
……………………
to fight against obscurity,
eternity’s caress cries for
her only
~
two blooms, one stem,
multitudinous roots
all paths leads back to
our abode
~
you’ll always need me
inside...
1023 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
10th Dec 2016 2:21pm
10th Dec 2016 2:21pm
It’s not your fault
I know your mind’s been
carried too far from home
/needing help letting go
of that lessened flesh
you’ve been carrying
around / it’s not your
fault, that you were left in
it
I get it/ I really do
trying to love again and
again/ knowing your
heart’s too tired to take
another blow
trying trust from beginning
to the end/ constantly
making your soul shackled
in a unsafe nest / but you
tried anyways
gotta praise the cosmos for
letting him run you into
my arms
-just saying- ...
carried too far from home
/needing help letting go
of that lessened flesh
you’ve been carrying
around / it’s not your
fault, that you were left in
it
I get it/ I really do
trying to love again and
again/ knowing your
heart’s too tired to take
another blow
trying trust from beginning
to the end/ constantly
making your soul shackled
in a unsafe nest / but you
tried anyways
gotta praise the cosmos for
letting him run you into
my arms
-just saying- ...
1174 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Nov 2016 11:12pm
28th Nov 2016 11:12pm
Nothing Different
She stares at
me with strange
puzzling
looks on her face
i already know
why, because
she's expecting me
to change faces,
turn my back,
then disappear in
that familiar grey
smog her lungs
are addicted to
inhaling
she's use to those
type of things ,
from what I can
tell
But i ?
give nothing
different,
i'm only someone
she can lean, and
lounge her mind
and heart on
i give nothing
different
but...
me with strange
puzzling
looks on her face
i already know
why, because
she's expecting me
to change faces,
turn my back,
then disappear in
that familiar grey
smog her lungs
are addicted to
inhaling
she's use to those
type of things ,
from what I can
tell
But i ?
give nothing
different,
i'm only someone
she can lean, and
lounge her mind
and heart on
i give nothing
different
but...
1068 reads
EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2016 10:39pm
22nd Nov 2016 10:39pm
Eros’s Ticks
You came to me tired of
committing creamy cides all
over yourself / again and
again
and I was praying for a realm
of renewal / a second chance
now I’m ravenous over you
because of what we feel when
thrusting in unfamiliar territory
of our soul
knowing it pleases you /
letting your higher self gasp
making my thick throb with
hard pulsations,
it's a fucking purifying
compulsion, to watch heaves
burn through your skin
til your divinity spreads out ...
committing creamy cides all
over yourself / again and
again
and I was praying for a realm
of renewal / a second chance
now I’m ravenous over you
because of what we feel when
thrusting in unfamiliar territory
of our soul
knowing it pleases you /
letting your higher self gasp
making my thick throb with
hard pulsations,
it's a fucking purifying
compulsion, to watch heaves
burn through your skin
til your divinity spreads out ...
949 reads
EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Nov 2016 5:14pm
19th Nov 2016 5:14pm
For my erotically starved peasant.
Our bodies were made
paralysed by each
other's/and my soul
tasted the Alpha
beginnings of tears
flowing through your
cum
soaking and bathing
me / grasping
so tight - so damn tight
I just couldn't stop/
being captured inside
you/ ceasing those
fears right then. I
know its been a long
time for you
that's why I'm the one
who fucks, touches
lick and bite while
taking you, / I do for
you /your everything
is mine ...
paralysed by each
other's/and my soul
tasted the Alpha
beginnings of tears
flowing through your
cum
soaking and bathing
me / grasping
so tight - so damn tight
I just couldn't stop/
being captured inside
you/ ceasing those
fears right then. I
know its been a long
time for you
that's why I'm the one
who fucks, touches
lick and bite while
taking you, / I do for
you /your everything
is mine ...
1085 reads
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