Submissions by camray-ramray
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
My Thought’s Only Sea
Newborn-porn flavours my virgin parade
Silverspoon-perfume consoles my lorgnette
Even,
without your scent; coitus chemistry will remain
Shall we,
trek along the dreams we have laid
and,
milk your seed into my field of grain
The,
vision my thoughts only see; surely I cannot forget
-my thought's only sea
Sunshine-wine rains on my blue cloud
Your churchroom-womb is where I fray
And,
where I am content; to drink your bleached milk instead
If you,
clap your feet but not too loud
then,
churn my sober...
Silverspoon-perfume consoles my lorgnette
Even,
without your scent; coitus chemistry will remain
Shall we,
trek along the dreams we have laid
and,
milk your seed into my field of grain
The,
vision my thoughts only see; surely I cannot forget
-my thought's only sea
Sunshine-wine rains on my blue cloud
Your churchroom-womb is where I fray
And,
where I am content; to drink your bleached milk instead
If you,
clap your feet but not too loud
then,
churn my sober...
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Linger On; Valentines Entry: Love's Acronym
(This poem is an extended acronym, read the first letter of each word as a sentence)
Navigating
our
vitality;
every
moment
bounds
every
reality
Together
we
entwine,
neglecting
time
yearningly
Constructing
abiding
memories;
eliminating
reveries,
our
necessities
regrettably
acquires
youth
Amorousness
never
deceives
Two
ambitious
souls;
however,
always
dissolve ...
Navigating
our
vitality;
every
moment
bounds
every
reality
Together
we
entwine,
neglecting
time
yearningly
Constructing
abiding
memories;
eliminating
reveries,
our
necessities
regrettably
acquires
youth
Amorousness
never
deceives
Two
ambitious
souls;
however,
always
dissolve ...
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Is Life Tainted? Is Life Sin?
Despair has arrived so dim,
that vulnerability cried
My cup is lifted to the brim;
deaths whistle personified
Is life tainted? Is life sin?
My door has opened wide,
my guest is depression
To your right, I confide:
incapability is my detention;
from which I cannot hide
The result is your attention,
in the gesture of futile suicide
that vulnerability cried
My cup is lifted to the brim;
deaths whistle personified
Is life tainted? Is life sin?
My door has opened wide,
my guest is depression
To your right, I confide:
incapability is my detention;
from which I cannot hide
The result is your attention,
in the gesture of futile suicide
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