Poetry
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- Written by: grunfruaorshell
- Category: Poetry
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The infinite problem is thus:
My incessant longing for the chocolate whisper of truth
Or perhaps now a lie
For it has been so long that it does not matter.
Haziness clouds my eyes and blocks out the sun
For it burns too deeply.
These delicate thousand still sleep beneath
While I with peach summertime
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- Written by: Jason Czebotar
- Category: Poetry
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Life's a trip when circumstance ages.
Here leaves now a million stages.
Act it out and blame rage for leaving.
Sell a line to those who stopped dreaming.
Maybe virtue changes when the tune seems winded out?
Deserts sell winter sands to the clouds of doubt.
It's Africa in lights on this road of
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- Written by: Jason Czebotar
- Category: Poetry
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Believe
Does fate keep time or steal magic from this place?
Is it the little girls mind or the womans mistake?
Stories lay carpets in houses which weren't meant to fly.
Tell me it's the art which makes you cry?
Words in a crush can illuminate a world.
Life is a rush and
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- Written by: Eric Lawson
- Category: Poetry
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The flames burn down the forest
I watch it happen all around me
The forest is mostly lamp posts
The flames consume our houses
I watch it happen from the road
The old road is far too narrow
We must widen it
We must rebuild it
We must supervise it
We must
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- Written by: Eric Lawson
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Pay close attention to what I say
I will sell you whatever you want
but never what you actually need
Call it slight of hand
Call it misdirection
Call it bait and switch
Call it an even drawl in the morality
battle for your hard earned cash
Look here at this pretty
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- Written by: Spells
- Category: Poetry
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Zoom from the camera
Four play on Miss J
Horny are we
Let's make a tape
Sit it on my face
While shifting to twelve play
Zoom from the camera
Four play on Miss J
Licking your spot
I found those spots
Ooo... You're too hot
Please don't stop
You're warm inside
I'm cumming inside
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- Written by: Spells
- Category: Poetry
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Where am I
So alone in this room
Far away from here
Bleak writings beneath the moon
I wonder sometimes
Strong cords from the shore
Where am I
Who am I
A myth behind chained doors
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- Written by: Spells
- Category: Poetry
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Symbols of arrangements
Written from the songwriter
Trombones and trumpets
Alto's pitches a bit higher
Beautiful blends
Like your favorite masterpiece
Sounds of traditions
Shafted onto blank disc
Produced for the soul
Taken by ear
Talents unfold
A tempo exist
These musical notes
And these brass instruments
Colloborations of the two
Tunes of common sense
Read more: Musical Notes and Instruments
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- Written by: Spells
- Category: Poetry
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I love you too,
Her last words flew by
I will love you more,
As the night pasts by
Let me shower you down
With summers and springs
Waterfalls of measures
Love of a true mean
Love birds, shall we
May those thighs and hips
Love games of estacy
Soulmates intentionally
Sincerely yours,
Gentle kisses to her nose
Myths from a lost letter
There goes.....XOXO
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- Written by: Soulja4Alethia
- Category: Poetry
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Why did the Lord choose to make me this way?
I try so hard to suppress what makes me what I am.
And yet...
still that one tear slid down my face that night
and like all the others I cried before it I want it damned.
Why Lord did You
Read more: Why was I born Human?
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- Written by: Soulja4Alethia
- Category: Poetry
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By the turd's wicked splash!
Oh how heav’ly we gagged
at the B.G.s’ last dropping
whose foul rip and worse gas
from the perilous dikes
of the rectum and bowels
terrorize without stopping!
And the toilet's poor fluuush
Can not swallow this muuuch.
Read more: This is the Anthem (Poopified)
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- Written by: Soulja4Alethia
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today when I came in the lights were off
the sun filtering in through the blinds
it felt like a prison cell but then more like an asylum
grey room…
no gray… this time…
and I felt at home
i doubt I’ll ever see a urinal the same again
Read more: Without Padded Walls
