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Solomon_Song
Poem Published
8th Dec 2022 2:57pm
8th Dec 2022 2:57pm
YOU ARE BABBLING (SHORT STORY SETTING)
#sex
#erotic
#fiction
#prose
#seductive
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runaway-mindtrain
Poem Published
10th Nov 2019 10:53pm
10th Nov 2019 10:53pm
Evil by distorted geometry
To concur as of the Axis Mundi world spirit connected in the five. It is the
flowing heart we all feel and the only magic that is real however as with
humans there is always a dark side that strives for the reversed impetus.
Thus we manifest from outer and inner inspiration as with the geocentric
view of the annual path of Venus forming an almost but broken pentagram
due to a final retrograde motion from our perspective as well as a broken
pentagram in the city layout of Washington D.C. and in the story of Faust as
the question put to Mephistopheles of how...
flowing heart we all feel and the only magic that is real however as with
humans there is always a dark side that strives for the reversed impetus.
Thus we manifest from outer and inner inspiration as with the geocentric
view of the annual path of Venus forming an almost but broken pentagram
due to a final retrograde motion from our perspective as well as a broken
pentagram in the city layout of Washington D.C. and in the story of Faust as
the question put to Mephistopheles of how...
#prose
#philosophical
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4 Comments
runaway-mindtrain
Poem Published
10th Nov 2019 10:53pm
10th Nov 2019 10:53pm
Evil by distorted geometry
To concur as of the Axis Mundi world spirit connected in the five. It is the
flowing heart we all feel and the only magic that is real however as with
humans there is always a dark side that strives for the reversed impetus.
Thus we manifest from outer and inner inspiration as with the geocentric
view of the annual path of Venus forming an almost but broken pentagram
due to a final retrograde motion from our perspective as well as a broken
pentagram in the city layout of Washington D.C. and in the story of Faust as
the question put to Mephistopheles of how...
flowing heart we all feel and the only magic that is real however as with
humans there is always a dark side that strives for the reversed impetus.
Thus we manifest from outer and inner inspiration as with the geocentric
view of the annual path of Venus forming an almost but broken pentagram
due to a final retrograde motion from our perspective as well as a broken
pentagram in the city layout of Washington D.C. and in the story of Faust as
the question put to Mephistopheles of how...
#prose
#philosophical
709 reads
4 Comments
EleazarSwan
Poem Published
18th Jan 2022 8:39pm
18th Jan 2022 8:39pm
A Romanian Word
Daca am reusit ceva in viata
Ca soarele care creste pe apa
Sa sti, draga, ca ti-am iubit
Mai mult de cat o fost venit
Cati zorile vine si seara trece
Si inima iubitilor se raceste
Iar focul tau ma incalzeste
Ci fara tine, cine este?
Cantati! Chemati-va toti impreuna
Vino! Adunati-va la mine, voi fara pastor;
Fiindca ti-am chemat de nume
Cu numele care ti-am dat in urma
Pazeste-te! Vezi lacul meu de fier;
Vezi razboiul; pleci de aici!
Uitati-va la voi, la strainatatea ta;
Fara granita, fara mila; ...
Ca soarele care creste pe apa
Sa sti, draga, ca ti-am iubit
Mai mult de cat o fost venit
Cati zorile vine si seara trece
Si inima iubitilor se raceste
Iar focul tau ma incalzeste
Ci fara tine, cine este?
Cantati! Chemati-va toti impreuna
Vino! Adunati-va la mine, voi fara pastor;
Fiindca ti-am chemat de nume
Cu numele care ti-am dat in urma
Pazeste-te! Vezi lacul meu de fier;
Vezi razboiul; pleci de aici!
Uitati-va la voi, la strainatatea ta;
Fara granita, fara mila; ...
#prose
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Poetryman
Poem Published
8th Dec 2017 2:05pm
8th Dec 2017 2:05pm
comment on Poets Revenge's poem Dark Poetess
Very true and perceptive
not only of me,
but the apparitions that haunt and taunt me
If only they were ghosts, but the flesh teases
and their blood leaves me thirsting
They are mirages in my desolate world
where my barren heart crumbles into dust
Then I turn back only to see them reaching out
for the very thing they gave up when letting go of me
and I wonder what perfection are they looking for
that was not inside of me?
Or perhaps it's my outside
that does not achieve the superficial perfection they crave
These are my demons...
not only of me,
but the apparitions that haunt and taunt me
If only they were ghosts, but the flesh teases
and their blood leaves me thirsting
They are mirages in my desolate world
where my barren heart crumbles into dust
Then I turn back only to see them reaching out
for the very thing they gave up when letting go of me
and I wonder what perfection are they looking for
that was not inside of me?
Or perhaps it's my outside
that does not achieve the superficial perfection they crave
These are my demons...
#prose
612 reads
6 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2024 9:01am
22nd Feb 2024 9:01am
an item
the item
It is strange today, I feel sad
bought a new cell phone and sensed it was too expensive
I never liked spending money on myself makes
I feel guilty, like I do not deserve it.
I bought a suit when I was twenty a nice suit I bought
in Stockholm, it soon got too small, and I gave it
to my sister's husband.
Being the stinting sort, he wore it until it fell off.
When a child, I never wore anything new
only hand-me-down
I was OK with that.
The phone is black, and I feel intimidated by its sternness
when I switch it on,...
It is strange today, I feel sad
bought a new cell phone and sensed it was too expensive
I never liked spending money on myself makes
I feel guilty, like I do not deserve it.
I bought a suit when I was twenty a nice suit I bought
in Stockholm, it soon got too small, and I gave it
to my sister's husband.
Being the stinting sort, he wore it until it fell off.
When a child, I never wore anything new
only hand-me-down
I was OK with that.
The phone is black, and I feel intimidated by its sternness
when I switch it on,...
#FreeVerse
#prose
#sonnet
#triolet
#villanelle
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oskar
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2024 9:01am
22nd Feb 2024 9:01am
an item
the item
It is strange today, I feel sad
bought a new cell phone and sensed it was too expensive
I never liked spending money on myself makes
I feel guilty, like I do not deserve it.
I bought a suit when I was twenty a nice suit I bought
in Stockholm, it soon got too small, and I gave it
to my sister's husband.
Being the stinting sort, he wore it until it fell off.
When a child, I never wore anything new
only hand-me-down
I was OK with that.
The phone is black, and I feel intimidated by its sternness
when I switch it on,...
It is strange today, I feel sad
bought a new cell phone and sensed it was too expensive
I never liked spending money on myself makes
I feel guilty, like I do not deserve it.
I bought a suit when I was twenty a nice suit I bought
in Stockholm, it soon got too small, and I gave it
to my sister's husband.
Being the stinting sort, he wore it until it fell off.
When a child, I never wore anything new
only hand-me-down
I was OK with that.
The phone is black, and I feel intimidated by its sternness
when I switch it on,...
#FreeVerse
#prose
#sonnet
#triolet
#villanelle
124 reads
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oskar
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2024 9:01am
22nd Feb 2024 9:01am
an item
the item
It is strange today, I feel sad
bought a new cell phone and sensed it was too expensive
I never liked spending money on myself makes
I feel guilty, like I do not deserve it.
I bought a suit when I was twenty a nice suit I bought
in Stockholm, it soon got too small, and I gave it
to my sister's husband.
Being the stinting sort, he wore it until it fell off.
When a child, I never wore anything new
only hand-me-down
I was OK with that.
The phone is black, and I feel intimidated by its sternness
when I switch it on,...
It is strange today, I feel sad
bought a new cell phone and sensed it was too expensive
I never liked spending money on myself makes
I feel guilty, like I do not deserve it.
I bought a suit when I was twenty a nice suit I bought
in Stockholm, it soon got too small, and I gave it
to my sister's husband.
Being the stinting sort, he wore it until it fell off.
When a child, I never wore anything new
only hand-me-down
I was OK with that.
The phone is black, and I feel intimidated by its sternness
when I switch it on,...
#FreeVerse
#prose
#sonnet
#triolet
#villanelle
124 reads
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oskar
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2024 9:01am
22nd Feb 2024 9:01am
an item
the item
It is strange today, I feel sad
bought a new cell phone and sensed it was too expensive
I never liked spending money on myself makes
I feel guilty, like I do not deserve it.
I bought a suit when I was twenty a nice suit I bought
in Stockholm, it soon got too small, and I gave it
to my sister's husband.
Being the stinting sort, he wore it until it fell off.
When a child, I never wore anything new
only hand-me-down
I was OK with that.
The phone is black, and I feel intimidated by its sternness
when I switch it on,...
It is strange today, I feel sad
bought a new cell phone and sensed it was too expensive
I never liked spending money on myself makes
I feel guilty, like I do not deserve it.
I bought a suit when I was twenty a nice suit I bought
in Stockholm, it soon got too small, and I gave it
to my sister's husband.
Being the stinting sort, he wore it until it fell off.
When a child, I never wore anything new
only hand-me-down
I was OK with that.
The phone is black, and I feel intimidated by its sternness
when I switch it on,...
#FreeVerse
#prose
#sonnet
#triolet
#villanelle
124 reads
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oskar
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2024 9:01am
22nd Feb 2024 9:01am
an item
the item
It is strange today, I feel sad
bought a new cell phone and sensed it was too expensive
I never liked spending money on myself makes
I feel guilty, like I do not deserve it.
I bought a suit when I was twenty a nice suit I bought
in Stockholm, it soon got too small, and I gave it
to my sister's husband.
Being the stinting sort, he wore it until it fell off.
When a child, I never wore anything new
only hand-me-down
I was OK with that.
The phone is black, and I feel intimidated by its sternness
when I switch it on,...
It is strange today, I feel sad
bought a new cell phone and sensed it was too expensive
I never liked spending money on myself makes
I feel guilty, like I do not deserve it.
I bought a suit when I was twenty a nice suit I bought
in Stockholm, it soon got too small, and I gave it
to my sister's husband.
Being the stinting sort, he wore it until it fell off.
When a child, I never wore anything new
only hand-me-down
I was OK with that.
The phone is black, and I feel intimidated by its sternness
when I switch it on,...
#FreeVerse
#prose
#sonnet
#triolet
#villanelle
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oiza
Poem Published
29th Jan 2025 4:32pm
29th Jan 2025 4:32pm
Fold
Porcelain dreams fold origami-style
While cuckoo clocks count whirlpool blackholes.
While cuckoo clocks count whirlpool blackholes.
#prose
67 reads
2 Comments
BaldyBrown
Poem Published
24th Oct 2024 6:25am
24th Oct 2024 6:25am
Seeds
The bee and the flower, how could either know
that because of their little dance the world lives?
Writing words is like waxing one’s carrot, to borrow from a colorful George Carlin metaphor. One sees something and it sets off a spark in the loins. What are words on a page but the end result of the same spark? and what is a sperm cell that is produced without first being a very pleasant hit of dopamine .
This is our process, displayed through a billion variations on the same life-giving theme and force.
But for every word written in this single suspended...
that because of their little dance the world lives?
Writing words is like waxing one’s carrot, to borrow from a colorful George Carlin metaphor. One sees something and it sets off a spark in the loins. What are words on a page but the end result of the same spark? and what is a sperm cell that is produced without first being a very pleasant hit of dopamine .
This is our process, displayed through a billion variations on the same life-giving theme and force.
But for every word written in this single suspended...
#philosophical
#prose
#StreamOfConsciousness #symbolism
#StreamOfConsciousness #symbolism
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