Poetry
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- Written by: k.r.k.
- Category: Poetry
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I tie myself to you
But the ropes begin to burn our skin…
I hold you above the water,
But my grip begins to slip…
I try to save you from you’re a demons,
Though I’m a demon myself.
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- Written by: k.r.k.
- Category: Poetry
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I do not have a virgin heart..
It's been fucked with,
And torn apart..
My heart is a prostitute,
Getting payed with love-filled lies.
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- Written by: k.r.k.
- Category: Poetry
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- Written by: tingaibo
- Category: Poetry
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Old time old heart new mind
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December in a note
June in thoughts
Changing time in my heart
A power of forgetting old time
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- Written by: Laverne
- Category: Poetry
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I hear gentle raindrops fall outside
in the dark of the night
i take a step out and look up to meet the drops
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- Written by: Laverne
- Category: Poetry
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The big golden ball
in the sky ahead of me
so bright, so strong,
dropping lower and lower
into the deep blue sea.
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- Written by: wickedwahine_69
- Category: Poetry
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Time to clean the kitchen cupboards,
It's been too long that they've been smothered,
In Tupperware and odds and ends,
And cockroaches have just moved in,
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- Written by: michaelmiller.ic
- Category: Poetry
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Broken hands toiled in immobile earth.
Endless hours surpassed ever waning time pieces,
A dollar bill for every crushing minute.
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- Written by: michaelmiller.ic
- Category: Poetry
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In an instant there was artistry.
Take the spiteful pen to parchment,
And scarlet letters ooze from each whorish word.
Then, comes a painter.
Her pallet harbors every color of self.
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- Written by: Vangoman/ Dan Van Fleet
- Category: Poetry
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Like a Panegyrist, no! More of Aphaeresis
Red rainbow words paint red rhythmic skies
Slippery and sliding sound found on a fat noun
His guide book laid down in the wet muddy
Holding the head of a gunshot solider buddy
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- Written by: michaelmiller.ic
- Category: Poetry
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We joined on Drunken Stupor;
Interruptions blurring lines between thought and slurred speech.
She was a voluptuous specimen of study,
Who cultivated on my mind as my glass emptied.
Broken speech like multiplying cells formed a story, a woman.
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- Written by: michaelmiller.ic
- Category: Poetry
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Cold clammy hands crawl over a warm controller.
Palms sweaty, curse words at the ready.
FUCK!
You fire off the heavy artillery.
It's a little soon, but you've been at it
Since the crack of noon.
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