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Once had a very thoughtful and close caring friend I thought the great times with him, would never end My boyfriend and I visited him frequently everyday For many movies we watched and games we’d play One night my boyfriend
Once had a very good close caring friend I thought the great times would never end My boyfriend and I visited him regularly everyday For many movies we watched, and games we’d play One night my boyfriend left his gray
There’s a man called Mr. Mischief, He tickles you till you cry out, Or puts pepper in your handkerchief and makes you have a sneezing bout, He hides your pencil under your pillow, He also hid my book, ‘Wind in
As I sit here alone with my thoughts and my fears, suffering the consequence of those bought social sneers, I can’t help but embrace the judgement from peers. A reality so true; I’m nothing more than a broken old gear.
Flipping pages inhaling words Like open arms and fluttering birds. A clay pot, a blue sky. Paddy fields passing by. Just touch each word, it comes to life With laughter, anger, pleasure and strife I travel with people living in
A piece of glass shattered distorted on the floor A form no longer but pieces of what was once before A person would be dead if he broke but you wouldn’t be sure A slow process of gathering information to
She came to visit me from America, Everybody shouted, she is my replica. She is very pretty, white and pink, She wore her jacket, made of mink. My little lady always looked very busy, Serving tea with her beautiful tea-cosy.
Here rests an anonymous Memory, In the pall of shadows of a wintery night, Half-cold and slither Lone keys jingled in my jacket pocket, And black caps to disguise my fear streaked silhouette, In the pall of shadows of a
The elevator smells like a woman I knew for a day back when I wasn’t such a behemoth could resist the mouth-temptations of savor and texture it was a bar and I was under-age but no one spotted the guilty
Her presence was like being breathless; skydiving over a foreign land you’d only seen in photos but admired, longing to visit in the cool unfamiliar majesty of a new landscape. She looked at me, and before anyone else could move,
The flickering light calls from across the disused railway embankment like a lonely beacon sending signals into the misty grey dawn. Quietly questioning a world still wrapped in strong arms of slumber. I consider sending an answer, would that I
Time sets upon the arcane taboos you wear the unknown fear like cowries around your neck, a bulletproof jacket did not work, the fish in the brain was the religion. Whom do you trust now in the caveful of seekers?
That fierce winter night I was passing through the dense forest what a terrible night of winter it was black clouds had covered moonlight woods was plunged into complete darkness and capped by the terrible silence sometimes frightening voices of
somewhere out on the island after a bitter flight one of those roads where they let the timber stand stuck to the blind undulations in the landscape peaks and troughs more or less permanent just an empty place for wildlife
It is full dark before 2:00 PM every day. temple bells ring in the streets for the dead the high chimes disturb the windless fall of ash. the planet had bellowed now it crouches still expecting another lash. we are
time after time I sit and wait for your call pouring from a thick alabaster flask a sip of port think back to a nursery rhyme to evoke lasting feelings intact conclaves of better days with your hand to touch
My mind Is a wandering albatross! It soars High-up Into the azure blue sky Over the seas And oceans Where no other bird flies! It does not Look for land To descend after a long And tiring flight! It is
Since long I have been yearning to get lost on your sensuous lips my voluptuous desires are burning to feel them with scrumptious kiss With adolescence gesture you mesmerized and allured me to float into your sexy eyes with your
Nothing just Leaves Without the residues. Limbs cut off, leave Phantom ones; Itchy, scratchy ghosts of Those cleaved off an unsuspecting trunk. In sleepless nights, We feel for the ring, In a finger crossed out in red From a hand
And so in darkness shines the light That pierces through those fears. And fights The beat of doubting pangs that plagues This passionate heart. Our souls are quenched when you are here In warmth, in love In Eucharistic prayer. So
She falls in love with you the way you portrait yourself.. She falls in love with all the fanciful words you used to describe her She falls in love with you whenever you tell her that she has a virtuous
Maligned, the space between us lets go the mammary a flame scoops up the void, we speak no names, I carry you in my skinned arms to the weeds for seminal mutability; shipwrecked, i fear of depth turbulence, I will
The movement of the water that surrounds me The slowing down of the force between us The balance of the water holding me like a mother holding its child The character of our bodies reflect its simple gestures The openness
Pander to the broken once more shall you see, the changes made, Above the mighty Stereo Surrendering, only to ignite streams to pour From the fountain of the Infinite Well. Oh! allow such splendor to splash upon a page Aplomb!
How happy are you in your new world? What did I do to not deserve a place there? How much love do you receive everyday? Ever wondered if I could have offered more? Crying your loss is easy, Crying without
Played in the hills of another world`s land, Spent the nights reading in my room but always dreamed about lying in the sand. Then one evening between 15th and 17th of July, With his wings so heavy and attire so
The edge of your face in the honey light bleeds Into sable shadow, your expression unresolved Though the purr in your humming, a melody I don’t recognize as a song, tells me all I need Is less than a breath
Today I saw a baby in a mall Sitting on the trolley comfortably looking with wide opened bewildered eyes at everything around her everything for her so huge so tall she a tiny figure in the big mall Perhaps the
Look around, how bondage binds us all, All strive to leap over, cross the threshold that ends it all. Some rummage through the crowds, prepared to be martyrs in love. To take a hand and be its glove. Unfazed that
You don’t need makeup, or shirts that show your breasts. You don’t have to be scared or scarred. Please, please don’t starve. You don’t need to hide how intelligent you are; Or the fact that you want to be a
The moment tasted like a paradise, The moment you were in, Seventh sky I was on, The moment of the touch of your skin. Heavens are beautiful, you are more, Angels are there, I adore, You’re their queen, you’re worth,
Bubblegum balloons, mechanical clocks, counting frames with beads, letters on perfumed paper, furry toys for kittens, chocolate, Santa Claus, giraffe stamps, thistle ponchos, black pirate eyeglasses, stickers with phosphorescent hearts, terracotta ocarinas, rainbow lollipops… back then it was silence when
Once revered, Wealth and power, Lifestyles of glamour, Before time devoured, The pretty palisades, A vision of success, Once you moved up, You felt truly blessed. A dare and a whisper, The great moral leap, Every accomplishment cheaper, The world
Death sits in wait in the empty valley of your sleeper cell. The confession of a guilt liberates the funeral of a martyr. Give me your breasts for a modular test. Don’t let the milk go waste. Your pearly teeth