Poems About Unicorns Published by Members Recently Online
#unicorns
Parallel Universes
Dreamed in a magical mind -
Miasma into mist, dispersed,
Sent to self-same pieces,
Traveling in whirling trajectories,
Across interdimensional veils,
The pieces took their places
In each place as each piece,
Sent into sunshine like seeds,
Manifesting individuated realities
From unified fields of fields,
All along & across the veils,
Like a trillion-trillion autonomous shadows.
They say:
Molecules are measured
To facilitate perception,
Possibly they maneuver
In a state of...
Miasma into mist, dispersed,
Sent to self-same pieces,
Traveling in whirling trajectories,
Across interdimensional veils,
The pieces took their places
In each place as each piece,
Sent into sunshine like seeds,
Manifesting individuated realities
From unified fields of fields,
All along & across the veils,
Like a trillion-trillion autonomous shadows.
They say:
Molecules are measured
To facilitate perception,
Possibly they maneuver
In a state of...
#universe
#dragons
#fairies
#unicorns
#mermaids
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Parallel Universes
Dreamed in a magical mind -
Miasma into mist, dispersed,
Sent to self-same pieces,
Traveling in whirling trajectories,
Across interdimensional veils,
The pieces took their places
In each place as each piece,
Sent into sunshine like seeds,
Manifesting individuated realities
From unified fields of fields,
All along & across the veils,
Like a trillion-trillion autonomous shadows.
They say:
Molecules are measured
To facilitate perception,
Possibly they maneuver
In a state of...
Miasma into mist, dispersed,
Sent to self-same pieces,
Traveling in whirling trajectories,
Across interdimensional veils,
The pieces took their places
In each place as each piece,
Sent into sunshine like seeds,
Manifesting individuated realities
From unified fields of fields,
All along & across the veils,
Like a trillion-trillion autonomous shadows.
They say:
Molecules are measured
To facilitate perception,
Possibly they maneuver
In a state of...
#universe
#dragons
#fairies
#unicorns
#mermaids
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2 Comments
An Untamed Mind (aka An Ode to Adderall)
Rambling through the underbrush of an overgrown stream,
finding an ancient tree being slowly choked by entwining vines.
does the tree feel it's mortality being threatened by these living garottes,
or is it dozing right now,
never to see my shadow and possibly to die in it's sleep in one hundred years or so.
What does the tree know of gravity that can only found in death as it falls,
thinking that birds must be little witches as they use magic wands for wings.
And does a tree know it's own strength or is it accepted...
finding an ancient tree being slowly choked by entwining vines.
does the tree feel it's mortality being threatened by these living garottes,
or is it dozing right now,
never to see my shadow and possibly to die in it's sleep in one hundred years or so.
What does the tree know of gravity that can only found in death as it falls,
thinking that birds must be little witches as they use magic wands for wings.
And does a tree know it's own strength or is it accepted...
#unicorns
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Realizations & Revelations
Hard steel isn’t the only way to forge.
I can squeeze softness,
and smile in the mirror.
This well traveled road
doesn’t bode well with me.
Slowly learning to be genuinely
Guinness mistress,
bar maid with the tits spilling out.
More, hungry, milquetoast filling out
the proper paperwork.
It’s different than it seems,
like a dairy diary,
full of creams.
Eat me, and grow taller, wet,
drink me, and grow smaller, yet.
I can squeeze softness,
and smile in the mirror.
This well traveled road
doesn’t bode well with me.
Slowly learning to be genuinely
Guinness mistress,
bar maid with the tits spilling out.
More, hungry, milquetoast filling out
the proper paperwork.
It’s different than it seems,
like a dairy diary,
full of creams.
Eat me, and grow taller, wet,
drink me, and grow smaller, yet.
#rainbow
#unicorns
#SelfDiscovery
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4 Comments
Realizations & Revelations
Hard steel isn’t the only way to forge.
I can squeeze softness,
and smile in the mirror.
This well traveled road
doesn’t bode well with me.
Slowly learning to be genuinely
Guinness mistress,
bar maid with the tits spilling out.
More, hungry, milquetoast filling out
the proper paperwork.
It’s different than it seems,
like a dairy diary,
full of creams.
Eat me, and grow taller, wet,
drink me, and grow smaller, yet.
I can squeeze softness,
and smile in the mirror.
This well traveled road
doesn’t bode well with me.
Slowly learning to be genuinely
Guinness mistress,
bar maid with the tits spilling out.
More, hungry, milquetoast filling out
the proper paperwork.
It’s different than it seems,
like a dairy diary,
full of creams.
Eat me, and grow taller, wet,
drink me, and grow smaller, yet.
#rainbow
#unicorns
#SelfDiscovery
354 reads
4 Comments
Realizations & Revelations
Hard steel isn’t the only way to forge.
I can squeeze softness,
and smile in the mirror.
This well traveled road
doesn’t bode well with me.
Slowly learning to be genuinely
Guinness mistress,
bar maid with the tits spilling out.
More, hungry, milquetoast filling out
the proper paperwork.
It’s different than it seems,
like a dairy diary,
full of creams.
Eat me, and grow taller, wet,
drink me, and grow smaller, yet.
I can squeeze softness,
and smile in the mirror.
This well traveled road
doesn’t bode well with me.
Slowly learning to be genuinely
Guinness mistress,
bar maid with the tits spilling out.
More, hungry, milquetoast filling out
the proper paperwork.
It’s different than it seems,
like a dairy diary,
full of creams.
Eat me, and grow taller, wet,
drink me, and grow smaller, yet.
#rainbow
#unicorns
#SelfDiscovery
354 reads
4 Comments
How To Write A Poem Like Charles Bukowski, Or HAHAHAHA! SUCKERS!!!
First take your prostitute,
one that's been around for a while,
lacking a few teeth, perhaps,
but having a heart of gold.
A sack, too, will be useful.
Next you'll need a handful of sores,
and if they're red and weeping
so much the better:
it fits the objective correlative.
Then you'll need a bluebird,
which will live in your chest
and stick its head out your arse,
singing: 'I love me! I'm great!'
["Wait a...
one that's been around for a while,
lacking a few teeth, perhaps,
but having a heart of gold.
A sack, too, will be useful.
Next you'll need a handful of sores,
and if they're red and weeping
so much the better:
it fits the objective correlative.
Then you'll need a bluebird,
which will live in your chest
and stick its head out your arse,
singing: 'I love me! I'm great!'
["Wait a...
#unicorns
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The Green Greek.
More pain
Lighter the
Ink.
For him.
I want to explore
And express
My art and craft
And try the night green
Before a Green Greek.
She will try
Me but
Can't take.
The key.
Lighter the
Ink.
For him.
I want to explore
And express
My art and craft
And try the night green
Before a Green Greek.
She will try
Me but
Can't take.
The key.
#unicorns
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Evil Unicorn (Cauldron Kill Series)
#hate
#dark
#unicorns
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Evil Unicorn (Cauldron Kill Series)
#hate
#dark
#unicorns
34 reads
6 Comments
Evil Unicorn (Cauldron Kill Series)
#hate
#dark
#unicorns
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6 Comments
Unicorns aren't real you dumb c**t
#unicorns
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DU Poetry : Poems About Unicorns Published by Members Recently Online