Long Collaboration Poems
#collaboration
Our Hearts Beat As One (Whispers of Love) (collab w/ Sappho)
To you, as you light up the sky
A perfect, lovely night for love
Our dreams intertwine and bind us Together, forever
My love,
I want to give myself to you
Completely lost in the magic and Beauty of the present moment
We lie in fog-covered fields
You & I harmonize like the stars
Your gentle lips whisper a song,
Lifelong
Your Ruby lips
Velvety and sweet like cherry wine
Need to be sealed with a kiss
That echoes in divine dimensions of
Future times
Eternally yours as the moon is ever so bright ...
A perfect, lovely night for love
Our dreams intertwine and bind us Together, forever
My love,
I want to give myself to you
Completely lost in the magic and Beauty of the present moment
We lie in fog-covered fields
You & I harmonize like the stars
Your gentle lips whisper a song,
Lifelong
Your Ruby lips
Velvety and sweet like cherry wine
Need to be sealed with a kiss
That echoes in divine dimensions of
Future times
Eternally yours as the moon is ever so bright ...
#collaboration
#FallingInLove
#love #romantic
#love #romantic
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8 people, 1 cup ( multiple collab see authors note)
After not hearing from Miranda Wright for several days, her family reported the petite 28 year old woman missing. Thirteen days after filing the missing persons report, Miranda's father and brother went to her house on Halloween and noticed there was a foul odor coming from the living room. The police had gone through everything in her house as well, but found no signs of struggle. Miranda's brother noticed that the odor seemed to increase when he went toward the couch. Something told him that he should lift up the cushion. As he lifted up the cushions, he stood there in shock, seeing a...
#collaboration
#fiction
#horror
#mystery
#ShortStory
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5 Comments
The Extraordinary Journey Through The Minds of Eight DUP Members
After not hearing from Miranda Wright for several days, her family reported the petite 28 year old woman missing. Thirteen days after filing the missing persons report, Miranda's father and brother went to her house on Halloween and noticed there was a foul odor coming from the living room. The police had gone through everything in her house as well, but found no signs of struggle. Miranda's brother noticed that the odor seemed to increase when he went toward the couch. Something told him that he should lift up the cushion. As he lifted up the cushions, he stood there in shock, seeing a...
#collaboration
#evil
#fiction
#horror
#ShortStory
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16 Comments
Decadent Cabaret - with Lilliputian, Crimsin and Everavalon
Decadent cabaret of perverse and solicitation
in the brothels of bohemians night's visitation
intoxicated by La Fée Verte, Absinthe anesthesia
In Death's Karaoke, kicking a can down the road
narrowing the provocation of an undertaker dance
emulsifying what is wrought in the darkness
amidst the stifle in the parlour hall
bellied laughs in the tenor of truculence
fists stiffened In ripening engagement
fastidious lines quaking from thy lips
I so adore the deluge of envy
that moistens the collar
and rests...
in the brothels of bohemians night's visitation
intoxicated by La Fée Verte, Absinthe anesthesia
In Death's Karaoke, kicking a can down the road
narrowing the provocation of an undertaker dance
emulsifying what is wrought in the darkness
amidst the stifle in the parlour hall
bellied laughs in the tenor of truculence
fists stiffened In ripening engagement
fastidious lines quaking from thy lips
I so adore the deluge of envy
that moistens the collar
and rests...
#collaboration
#dark
#erotic
132 reads
8 Comments
Funky Cold Medina - with Everavalon
On a lonely street of buckling cobblestones, time has passed by. An elderly lady moves into an old Victorian-style home across the street from an abandoned cemetery overgrown with weeds and shadows of dark clouds overhead echoing a muted pendulum as if thunder with strep throat and the trees shorn of leaves were suffering from gout. Approaching the house, she could sense that the house resented her company. With every step, the house screamed from the bottom of its throat. She thought the house, her Funky Cold Medina, aphrodisiac. a gothic order of nuns teaching the dead. The dead, the voices...
#collaboration
#dark
#gothic
#horror
#scary
253 reads
8 Comments
Pieces of The Puzzle - with Everavalon
Missing from the department store's window, covered with cobwebs and dust, a mannequin with a pulse stood at the foot of my bed. It was naked and wearing my wife's pale skin but had no eyes, ears, or mouth. They were stitched closed as if by wire from a musical instrument, perhaps a mandolin cello. I was awakened by the strings of Mantovani's "Unchained Melody," as if echoing from miles away. The expressionless void of its tenor was edgy as if its voice box was out of gear. Raspy and raw, it mumbled some quips about life as a vector of disarray like some urchin, shriveled up. The...
#collaboration
#dark
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Whose Shadow Now - with Lilliputian
Set back from on the cul-de-sac the house stood silent surrounded by a flamboyance of pink plastic flamingos that turned their heads and preamble the inhuman condition.
Taking his work home, from the mortuary. Silhouette shadows stole bodies and followed him to Apple Valley Lane. Taking possession as if a scripted cold moon jiving with psychotic superstitious lunatics, creeping in Seattle leaking cider of a disorder as if dripping from the oil pan of a Toyota. Brought on by intoxicated unhallowed sounds of decadent scalpels.
He felt insufficient as if his own Neanderthal...
Taking his work home, from the mortuary. Silhouette shadows stole bodies and followed him to Apple Valley Lane. Taking possession as if a scripted cold moon jiving with psychotic superstitious lunatics, creeping in Seattle leaking cider of a disorder as if dripping from the oil pan of a Toyota. Brought on by intoxicated unhallowed sounds of decadent scalpels.
He felt insufficient as if his own Neanderthal...
#collaboration
#dark
#ghosts #shadows
#ghosts #shadows
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10 Comments
Deck of Cards (Collab With Duice)
Splitting chakra checkered card
deck reveals a big Joker of hearts
Aligned to be circus clown renown in mastery
to circles in aerial misdirection of arts
A bachelor of scholar in jester
to whimsical false degree starts
Unbalanced on high-rise thread walks
that net catch wild reaction remarks
Cannon fodder for fun launched
on explosions blown sky high
A cardinal jeered by child eyes
or mohawk birdie sky draws nigh...
deck reveals a big Joker of hearts
Aligned to be circus clown renown in mastery
to circles in aerial misdirection of arts
A bachelor of scholar in jester
to whimsical false degree starts
Unbalanced on high-rise thread walks
that net catch wild reaction remarks
Cannon fodder for fun launched
on explosions blown sky high
A cardinal jeered by child eyes
or mohawk birdie sky draws nigh...
#inspirational
#misunderstood
#ThrillSeeking #collaboration
#ThrillSeeking #collaboration
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Spirit in The Sky - with Shilohverse
Shep awakes from his dream with a migraine headache. "Oh! Late again for school. Mom, why didn't you wake me up!" He only hears his echo, a calendar on the back of his bedroom door an Autumn Landscape, 1954. The echo sounds hollow as if a hole, void of all feelings. He realizes that he is dead with a breath but no pulse and his vacation is to be, going home to Louisville.
"The old hometown looks the same,'' as he stepped down from the Greyhound Bus. Looking around nothing had changed, in Louisville. His one piece of baggage sat beside the bus. Heat waves of...
"The old hometown looks the same,'' as he stepped down from the Greyhound Bus. Looking around nothing had changed, in Louisville. His one piece of baggage sat beside the bus. Heat waves of...
#collaboration
#inspirational
#spiritual
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Deck of Cards (AfterSexDilemma collab)
AfterSexDilemma:
Falling to the ground, Big Bang,
That's the sound.
A big man balancing on a tricycle,
Dancing like a clown.
High in the Sefirot trying not to drop.
Opened my mouth couldn't get it to stop.
Pressure boiling in with hot steam,
Makes my ears pop.
The fish in the sky are going dry.
Start to flip flop.
High on my mind wasting time on the clock.
I'm in decline, getting behind, still in line,
Want fame from the tick tock.
The...
Falling to the ground, Big Bang,
That's the sound.
A big man balancing on a tricycle,
Dancing like a clown.
High in the Sefirot trying not to drop.
Opened my mouth couldn't get it to stop.
Pressure boiling in with hot steam,
Makes my ears pop.
The fish in the sky are going dry.
Start to flip flop.
High on my mind wasting time on the clock.
I'm in decline, getting behind, still in line,
Want fame from the tick tock.
The...
#collaboration
#escape
#satirical
#symbolism
#uplifting
186 reads
2 Comments
Chat Room - with Shilohverse
OVER THE HILL CHAT ROOM FOR THE DISCREET
MarshaTeaKettle Room Moderator
Marsha: the mics are now open, please watch your language
6pac69: Who farted
Marsha: please refrain from that language and welcome back from the dead. didn't you die last week...again
FishSauce: I want to lodge a complaint. 6pac69 knocked me up over the internet
Marsha: Watch the language
6pac69: I did not. I have had an internet vasectomy
Marsha: We have a newbie. Welcome MissArgot
...
MarshaTeaKettle Room Moderator
Marsha: the mics are now open, please watch your language
6pac69: Who farted
Marsha: please refrain from that language and welcome back from the dead. didn't you die last week...again
FishSauce: I want to lodge a complaint. 6pac69 knocked me up over the internet
Marsha: Watch the language
6pac69: I did not. I have had an internet vasectomy
Marsha: We have a newbie. Welcome MissArgot
...
#collaboration
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6 Comments
Rug Warts - with Shilohverse
TWILIGHT
Discreet, dressed in "dandy," chomping at the bit. With the origins of fog and mist as if schizophrenia is falling giving birth to psychopaths, and the madness of nailing the soul to the Ouija board. Fog clings to the cobblestone as if a tentacle wrapping around my spats. "This little piggy went to market." Seeping into my bones as goth is my witness biting my tongue with anxiety, leaving the metallic taste of blood filling my mouth. "Mama what big eyes you have." Savoring the taste of my blood. Hearing Big Ben in the...
Discreet, dressed in "dandy," chomping at the bit. With the origins of fog and mist as if schizophrenia is falling giving birth to psychopaths, and the madness of nailing the soul to the Ouija board. Fog clings to the cobblestone as if a tentacle wrapping around my spats. "This little piggy went to market." Seeping into my bones as goth is my witness biting my tongue with anxiety, leaving the metallic taste of blood filling my mouth. "Mama what big eyes you have." Savoring the taste of my blood. Hearing Big Ben in the...
#collaboration
#dark
#mystery
167 reads
4 Comments
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