Submissions by theblueroof
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Hi i am a writer
the latch
frantically switch on your furthest wrist and enflame the torch. Now! make the sacrafice and contemplate oil, the next one. the next sacrafice, may be yourself.
Judgement led by conniving artists of pointy arrows and jackets made of gold. bring on the resemblance as it all gets a bit old. the dread of the last
Time to pucker up and play witches, the moment for kissing is at hand. gruesome legs and straggly hair, foreboding measurements, Damn Sure! Your eyes, baby, are closed.
If you could behold the wealth of farms, humans will rise and step on clouds. the frozen...
Judgement led by conniving artists of pointy arrows and jackets made of gold. bring on the resemblance as it all gets a bit old. the dread of the last
Time to pucker up and play witches, the moment for kissing is at hand. gruesome legs and straggly hair, foreboding measurements, Damn Sure! Your eyes, baby, are closed.
If you could behold the wealth of farms, humans will rise and step on clouds. the frozen...
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Obvious
People
Papal
Pupil
Purple
Portal
Its all
Pitiful
I assume I am the only one to make this assumption.How will I ever find out.Will it be logged in the Guinness book of records,printed in a newspaperWhere then. In my head.
Postal.
I am fighting the obvious
My life is that of a hermit
Without her
A while
Papal
Pupil
Purple
Portal
Its all
Pitiful
I assume I am the only one to make this assumption.How will I ever find out.Will it be logged in the Guinness book of records,printed in a newspaperWhere then. In my head.
Postal.
I am fighting the obvious
My life is that of a hermit
Without her
A while
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Pyramids and Diamonds
pyramids and diamonds of all shapes and sizes. i see them in color through the future. but now go further into the rain, see it all flit through my eyes. suits me down to the ground, can i try, to see them upside down. going to meditate and ask for a petition, join forces to see extra-ordinary force. you work in the light. diamonds from pyramids, they were medicine men i knew. they turn for me to follow, and now its my turn. no longer your concern
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EPIC
Alive! She cried Waiting for me on the out-SIDE Words uttered and used in jest they were the best the best of times. Do you ever think of me and those times we had all those nights we spent now those mysteries and legends we created under blankets are spared life will never come to be. The ushered representation of a field with a house the kids shouts and hoots of laughter the disused tractor and the pond with frogs jumping about the place. All of our dreams were more than nice. Could you not let it go hold it less dear less closer to your chest.
Vintage t-shirts and Hawaiian t shirts...
Vintage t-shirts and Hawaiian t shirts...
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wardour street
In the heat of an awkward moment call me a cunt and we can laugh until our sides split or we realise that our beloved, forever betrothed and disgusting mothers would wash our mouths with soap, if they could only hear us now. they hold us too tight.
Wardour street fills up on a Friday night with bums, suits, flashiness and vagabonds. The flashiness comes in terms of pearls and long red silk coats with collars up and around the ears. This has been a most fascinating delve for many a year and century. The world of many a weird and wonderful libertine esque wannabe floats and often falls...
Wardour street fills up on a Friday night with bums, suits, flashiness and vagabonds. The flashiness comes in terms of pearls and long red silk coats with collars up and around the ears. This has been a most fascinating delve for many a year and century. The world of many a weird and wonderful libertine esque wannabe floats and often falls...
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Smokin Aces
Adoration not only in your sounds
Its also important to find an image
The stars about your head now
Are nothing but a mirage
We hold more store in that smoke
That lingers between your lips
As you raise it with your two fingers
Hunched through the white paper
The flame burning as you suck
This profile of you is stuck
With faces like that glowing out
How could anyone hate you
Backed by that look of calm power
Appearing at the right hour
Its also important to find an image
The stars about your head now
Are nothing but a mirage
We hold more store in that smoke
That lingers between your lips
As you raise it with your two fingers
Hunched through the white paper
The flame burning as you suck
This profile of you is stuck
With faces like that glowing out
How could anyone hate you
Backed by that look of calm power
Appearing at the right hour
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Are you ready?
I saw you stripping your body complex but smooth and I watched as you moved in glorious and eternal sexual enticement and I felt the act meant love but I still don’t know why. You moved to a delicious beat four/four timing and a slow inhale and sighing. You do it anyway and I thank you for that you know how much I love and appreciate your efforts as they affect me in your infectious delight and divine womanhood. I wanna touch and I know I should if I could reach I know I would take your lively body vessel and create a new dimension from it one personal and intricate that only you and I can...
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