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shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
Today 12:09pm
Today 12:09pm
Perspicacious
Inconsistency makes me weary as if I have to refine the settings on his equaliser whilst tempering the bass & treble of his melodic love notes, and he reacts almost violently to the shift in the way I want to listen to his harmonic tunes, and I touch upon his unspoken desires to pin me down in an album to procure my wings to feed his voyeuristic tendencies as I’m splayed from left to right, in all my wrongness, just for him to hum upon my blatant sensitivities.
We sway back & forth, breath to breath, and I’m convinced he’s a saint in comparison to my unrelenting...
We sway back & forth, breath to breath, and I’m convinced he’s a saint in comparison to my unrelenting...
#love
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Fivefoottwo
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:32am
Yesterday 1:32am
His hopes for a robot whore
Maybe he should have listened
She said countless times
She came with different wiring
Now he's sad
She's a rogue robot who won't give
it up to his friends
Now he can't pay his rent
To bad so sad
She said countless times
She came with different wiring
Now he's sad
She's a rogue robot who won't give
it up to his friends
Now he can't pay his rent
To bad so sad
#magic
#curse
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shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
14th Jun 2019 5:23am
14th Jun 2019 5:23am
He has a heart that can’t be PM’d upon a template of divergence...
We're both a little less tolerant of the blatant head fuckery but we persevere with one another because we're fond of the way we starve one another, particularly at times when we need to nourish and nurture our being, upon one another.
These days are not for wasting unless I'm wasting away in the monogamous cellar of your fermented polyamory hatred, and you grin painfully yet devilishly at the thought of watching another man fuck me; not gently and lovingly, but brutally.
A well hung man that leaves me split wide, and squirting gushingly as he ravishes me...
These days are not for wasting unless I'm wasting away in the monogamous cellar of your fermented polyamory hatred, and you grin painfully yet devilishly at the thought of watching another man fuck me; not gently and lovingly, but brutally.
A well hung man that leaves me split wide, and squirting gushingly as he ravishes me...
#love
67 reads
6 Comments
beanbandit
Poem Published
14th Jun 2019 00:56am
14th Jun 2019 00:56am
Know me
Would you like to know me? Ain’t nothing Disney. If you visit me, would you leave cause my twins were throwing tantrums while we had grown up conversations about nothing at all, except for maybe the woes of the world around us, over a cup of coffee too sugary sweet?
Would you stick around through the lived in hamster cage like smell of 5 children , 3 of them teens and 2 of them toddlers who were learning the ins and outs of hygiene? would you stay through the little spats of disagreements that happen from time to time, cause nobody’s perfect, even thought they would be soon resolved,...
Would you stick around through the lived in hamster cage like smell of 5 children , 3 of them teens and 2 of them toddlers who were learning the ins and outs of hygiene? would you stay through the little spats of disagreements that happen from time to time, cause nobody’s perfect, even thought they would be soon resolved,...
#children
#home
#fatherhood
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4 Comments
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
10th Jun 2019 7:05pm
10th Jun 2019 7:05pm
Forgotten
He doesn’t remember that I snuck out at 4am, after fucking me perversely and mercilessly whilst we feasted upon one another’s lips, and he certainly doesn’t remember me waking the dead when I slammed his front door and ran off in tears.
He doesn’t remember chasing me like I chased him, like we were a pair of starving vampires seeking to feed upon one another’s flesh, time & time again during the twilight hours.
He doesn’t remember the letters I wrote him, and he doesn’t remember sending me that valentines card to my workplace, in which all my work colleagues...
He doesn’t remember chasing me like I chased him, like we were a pair of starving vampires seeking to feed upon one another’s flesh, time & time again during the twilight hours.
He doesn’t remember the letters I wrote him, and he doesn’t remember sending me that valentines card to my workplace, in which all my work colleagues...
#rejection
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SkyeCebh
Poem Published
9th Jun 2019 6:36pm
9th Jun 2019 6:36pm
Patchwork of a master
I’m taking control of this physical presence of mine, this breaking ship;
pulling it down forcefully to the bottom of this god forsaken sea,
allowing it to be destroyed by nature once and for all.
I’m restoring it,
piece by piece.
All the times it has shattered and I have reconstructed, it has bled and I have patched it up;
screamed; sometimes tormented, other times crumbled as if it was haunted;
and I have silenced it with lullabies of hope.
Armored it
with plating hope.
Oceans could rage and waves could overthrow the...
pulling it down forcefully to the bottom of this god forsaken sea,
allowing it to be destroyed by nature once and for all.
I’m restoring it,
piece by piece.
All the times it has shattered and I have reconstructed, it has bled and I have patched it up;
screamed; sometimes tormented, other times crumbled as if it was haunted;
and I have silenced it with lullabies of hope.
Armored it
with plating hope.
Oceans could rage and waves could overthrow the...
#TimeHeals
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
51 reads
7 Comments
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
9th Jun 2019 11:26am
9th Jun 2019 11:26am
Piacular
His hands were soft, but you’d expect that from a man who never knew what it was like to ever get his hands dirty through hard labour.
He was a man of vast intellect that made me feel like a little girl whenever his piercing blue eyes would survey me, and I felt exposed and somewhat unearthed as if there was more that he withheld as we exchanged greetings, and strategised about this & that.
We shared a mutual love for music, though he not as eclectic as I in genre.
His aroma was always fresh, and he always seemed good enough to eat and I’d sit...
He was a man of vast intellect that made me feel like a little girl whenever his piercing blue eyes would survey me, and I felt exposed and somewhat unearthed as if there was more that he withheld as we exchanged greetings, and strategised about this & that.
We shared a mutual love for music, though he not as eclectic as I in genre.
His aroma was always fresh, and he always seemed good enough to eat and I’d sit...
#nostalgia
66 reads
4 Comments
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
8th Jun 2019 6:30pm
8th Jun 2019 6:30pm
You can’t love abusive men that treat you like shit because they’re incompetent at steering a ship !
The city never sleeps; particularly as I ponder the way my mind races when I should be tucked away in bed instead of indulging in chocolate & apple crumble ice cream with a flat white at 3am on a Sunday morning.
I feel awkward staying home alone, particularly at night, and my thoughts gravitate to distant dry & desolate places with ochre hues as I sit here savouring my ice cream & coffee whilst listening to music, and watching people come and go; because I’m a bit of a weirdo like that.
Sighs.
I don’t know why I continue...
I feel awkward staying home alone, particularly at night, and my thoughts gravitate to distant dry & desolate places with ochre hues as I sit here savouring my ice cream & coffee whilst listening to music, and watching people come and go; because I’m a bit of a weirdo like that.
Sighs.
I don’t know why I continue...
#SelfReflection
69 reads
7 Comments
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
8th Jun 2019 7:44am
8th Jun 2019 7:44am
Annotations of the heart & soul... include self sabotaging anything that has the capacity to touch the inner chaos !
I’m back at my favourite cafe, having breakfast at 3pm because I decided to let myself sleep away the AM to catch up on the bouts of insomnia that leave me feeling fatigued and tired during the work week.
It’s raining, and there's not much to do on a rainy day, aside from stay under the covers with Netflix. Though, there’s only so much I can watch before I start going cross eyed, and fall asleep with the cats coming to wake me up by gently pawing my eyelids.
They’re funny little creatures !
Y’know, we could’ve spent the weekend hibernating in a cute little...
It’s raining, and there's not much to do on a rainy day, aside from stay under the covers with Netflix. Though, there’s only so much I can watch before I start going cross eyed, and fall asleep with the cats coming to wake me up by gently pawing my eyelids.
They’re funny little creatures !
Y’know, we could’ve spent the weekend hibernating in a cute little...
#SelfReflection
49 reads
3 Comments
troublesome_98
Honey_
Honey_
Poem Published
5th Jun 2019 7:50am
5th Jun 2019 7:50am
Letter to My Unborn Child
As your life grows inside of mine, I feel a soul connection, a life long bind
And Even though to them I am sacrificing this life,
You are worth every inch of this human body of mine... I, Love you more than you will ever know
No bond will be greater than between you and your parent's souls
Daddy knows, just how many prayers it took for this seed to grow, how many seeds were sown...
I, Know how many times we rode up and down that lonely rode until The Most High brought us back home
Home,
Is growing you, my precious seed. And loving you like daddy loves me. ...
And Even though to them I am sacrificing this life,
You are worth every inch of this human body of mine... I, Love you more than you will ever know
No bond will be greater than between you and your parent's souls
Daddy knows, just how many prayers it took for this seed to grow, how many seeds were sown...
I, Know how many times we rode up and down that lonely rode until The Most High brought us back home
Home,
Is growing you, my precious seed. And loving you like daddy loves me. ...
#motherhood
#nostalgia
48 reads
2 Comments
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
4th Jun 2019 6:08am
4th Jun 2019 6:08am
Tepid is BS
Hmm. So. Whats new ?!
You pushed me away then, and still, 20 years later you can't find the words to reach me, other than we'll see how we go, and then you block me again because I don’t want your uncertainty and tepid approach to passion, love & desire.
Well. I don't wanna see how we go, when the heart wants what it wants but your dishonest lukewarm headfuckery is just that; headfuckery !
Evidently, you learnt the art of trashing my heart way back then, and you're still fucking doing it, without any fucking conscience, or care whatsoever.
...
You pushed me away then, and still, 20 years later you can't find the words to reach me, other than we'll see how we go, and then you block me again because I don’t want your uncertainty and tepid approach to passion, love & desire.
Well. I don't wanna see how we go, when the heart wants what it wants but your dishonest lukewarm headfuckery is just that; headfuckery !
Evidently, you learnt the art of trashing my heart way back then, and you're still fucking doing it, without any fucking conscience, or care whatsoever.
...
#hurt
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4 Comments
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2019 11:24am
2nd Jun 2019 11:24am
Actions, speak louder than words...
If you have no intention with me, then please, sit the fuck down because you’re blocking the traffic that’s queued up behind you !
I don’t want words on a screen. I want you in my bed, and in my head after you have to go home. I want your soft whispers of reassurance after we’ve spent hours pleasuring one another, perhaps for days on end as we move beyond the clandestine.
Sighs.
If you wanted me, it wasn’t ever evident when reflecting upon the lack of opportunity to say “hello... how are you ?” or “hello... do you remember me ?”
or
...
I don’t want words on a screen. I want you in my bed, and in my head after you have to go home. I want your soft whispers of reassurance after we’ve spent hours pleasuring one another, perhaps for days on end as we move beyond the clandestine.
Sighs.
If you wanted me, it wasn’t ever evident when reflecting upon the lack of opportunity to say “hello... how are you ?” or “hello... do you remember me ?”
or
...
#anxiety
#love
#regret
#conflict
#disappointment
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4 Comments
DU Poetry : Non-Fiction Prose Seeking Critique: Short Stories, Diary Entries and Letters
