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Sex At It’s Finest, Poetry by HonestlyFrank

Genre: Sex, Spirituality, Commitment, Hope, Inspirational, Love, and Temptaion.

Sex At It’s Finest by HonestlyFrank 
 
This could all be so simple we could just go that far to the point of no 
return, because the damage would be done. The horripilation is so surreal. 
We haven’t done it before, but I can imagine what that scene would look 
like. Let’s take a moment to picture our lips gliding softly against each other 
as smooth as silk, your hands caressing my body which is as soft as rose 
petals, my nails digging into your back carving every truth in that timing of 
pleasure, your pelvis conjoining with mine, and from there you sliding in on 
my island, and in that final thrust we’ve just reached the peak of my 
mountain. All of these thoughts came to mind just with the thought of you. I 
want you deeper though, I want to feel you in my soul even when you’re 
not in my presence. This has to be like no other. So instead make all of 
that physical love to my mind, know my ins and outs, every second on this 
earth with me counts. I know I’m more than what meets the eyes, so are 
you. Get deeper in me climax my heart with the choice to wait. Let’s wait til 
all of this makes sense, let’s wait until the physical sounds of our moans 
are just the rainfall in a desert, this has to be blessed so we can’t allow 
ourselves to make a mess.-HonestlyFrank 

 

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#BRAVOBRAINBRAVO, Poetry by Iiafiam Immortal

Genre: Relationship

#BRAVOBRAINBRAVO by Iiafiam Immortal

Flash backs caused by a  back flash through  a camera lens as the butterfly knife performs a Ballarat parawet, yet no actual reversal of time.

There is no 1.21 giggawatt flux capacitor and doc emmit with a Shelby to correct The past ,and that’s fine.

Only my unlikely  future endeavors  have formulated in My brain cell  chemistry lab of hope, That resides in the entire non-motor anterior region of the frontal lobe.

My beloved cerebellum triggers emotions,
that makes me  curse  the brain stem responsible for sending air in and out of noses.

I’ve jumped springs to get to this level of chemical imbalance beams where one slip has lead to a plethora of broken dreams without a team to applaud my losses, and a  artificial brain is no substitute worthy enough to stop the referees forfeit.

You see A thousand cuts wasn’t a form of Lingchi torture It was My unconventional way to release the endorphins that powers my euphoria.

Cuddos to my insanity for finding a way to clear my vision as I travel on the road that will eventually lead to my  suicide.

To the untrained eye a push up of the  skin could make one weaker.

To the trained eye a push up of the skin could bring strength in the presence of a self mutilation seeker. Bravo brain, Bravo!

Because you are the most remarkable feature,
In the anatomy of this creature.

Giving oneself  enough sense to take its  own life when the fire surrounds the steeple, and that is why i I love you.

I love you so much I would like to saw the skull That covers you, pull you out, look at you, kiss you and then smush you.
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My Daughter, My Delight, Poetry by Khan Mohd

Genre: Relationship

My Daughter, My Delight by Khan Mohd

Life was dull though no dent was visible on her face

It was slightly scary though no shrill was making me shiver

But everything was in pause, deadlocked and standstill.

 

On one chilly evening, I was ambling outside the labour room

Suddenly, I heard the call of life warped in a warm and soft blanket

When I hold her, I realised that the life rests in a blissful innocence.

 

Her beaming eyes were powerful enough to illuminate my senses

And her warmth was stimulating enough to make me alive once again

Since then I have been living with a pious delight, the life, my daughter.

 

Surprisingly, it was not the borrowed happiness, it was a gifted smile

A daughter is always dear to her dad and always close to his heart                                                            A daughter is enough to make you proud and happy.

 

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My Demons, Poetry by NADIA CABALLERO

Genre: DARK

My Demons
There is a fear I face everyday
Alone, darkness swiftly invades
Trapped by these four walls
No escape as my heart falls
Silence unfolds in a mysterious way
As my demons come out to play
I try to run and hide
But you see my demons, they live inside,
Desperately I try to ignore
As my sanity slips through the door,
Not knowing if what I’m seeing is real
I stab myself to see if I feel
The wound I’ve inflicted begins to bleed
My demons rejoice, for this is what they need
Reluctantly, I accept the gift they bring
Around my neck, I’ll hang from a string
Lights grow dim, I begin wheezing
Distantly I hear a faint screaming
Someone has come in to save me
They clean up my wounds,
I swallow the pills they give me
For now my demons have gone away
But I know tonight when they come out to play
They’ll want to kill whoever got in the way.

NADIA CABALLERO

 

 

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OH BEAUTY, BEAUTY, Poetry by Caitlin Dwight

Genre: Death, Life

OH BEAUTY, BEAUTY by Caitlin Dwight

Oh, Beauty, Beauty
Oh, before me you stand, unchained.
Oh, how I have come to adore your towers.
Oh, won’t you tell me, how many lives you have claimed?
How many veins have watered your flowers?
How many spirits have you nursed?
How many boys have fertilized your soil?
How many limbs have fallen victim to your thirst?
How many sons have you declined to assoil?

Oh, Beauty, Beauty
Oh, before me you stand, untamed.
Oh, how I have come to adore your breath.
Oh, won’t you tell me, how many lives you have claimed?
How many vessels have you gifted with your theft?
How many phantoms have you betrayed in their slumber?
How many girls have you gathered in sheaves?
How many lungs have you devoured in your hunger?
How many daughters have you had dancing with the leaves?

Oh, Beauty, Beauty
Oh, you make me wonder

Oh, Beauty, Beauty
Oh, will you ever sunder
Oh, me and my weaker breath
Oh, for your sweeter death?

Oh, Beauty, Beauty
Oh, how I have come to adore your sound and melody.
Written by Caitlin Dwight

Oh, Beauty, Beauty
Oh, before me you stand, unrestrained.
Oh, how I have come to adore your waves.
Oh, won’t tell me, how many lives you have claimed?
How many shells have you granted deep graves?
How many souls hide between your stones?
How many men give your plants ground to grow?
How many bones give your creatures homes?
How many fathers are you hiding down below?

Oh, Beauty, Beauty
Oh, before me you stand, inflamed.
Oh, how I have come to adore your light.
Oh, won’t tell me, how many lives you have claimed?
How many hulls have you swallowed in their plight?
How many ghosts have you dressed in your attire?
How many women have you broken with your prongs?
How many hearts have you sacrificed to your desire?
How many mothers are singing your songs?

Oh, Beauty, Beauty
Oh, you make me fear

Oh, Beauty, Beauty
Oh, am I in the clear
Oh, or am I ever required
Oh, to join your deadly choir?

Oh, Beauty, Beauty
Oh, how I have come to adore your sight and harmony

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Dating Lesson, Poetry by Marcie Tau

Genre:  Love, Relationship

 

Dating Lesson by Marcie Tau

 

It began with a smile and glance

Then he asked me to dance

We walked along the beach

Love seemed within reach

 

Could he be the one

Or were we just having fun

It was official date number four

We kissed at my door

 

Tonight he followed me in

He could tell by my grin

That I would say yes

And he began to undress

 

As he took off his clothes

Major B. O. went up my nose

I thought I would die

From the smell of this guy

 

I needed a plan

To get rid of this man

It was hard to breathe

I prayed he would leave

 

I blurted it out

No it was more like a shout

I didn’t want to be mean

But I was turning green

 

He left angry and sad

I was relieved yet felt bad

I grabbed the Lysol and the Glade

What a mistake I almost made

 

I’ve stopped dating for a while

But all it would take is a smile

To open my heart

And again I would start

 

Men, let this be a lesson to you all

If you want a woman to fall

Before the date, within the hour

Use deodorant and take a shower

 

 

 

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I am, Poetry by Allyson Olivia

Genre: Inspirational

I am
By
Allyson Olivia

Clear droplets falling from a gray sky,
making you beg for the sun.
Pouring hot into fine china, tea bag dipped to sip.
Shooting out of a hose, clearing the cluttered path,
powerful with every spray.
Turned off.
Torrential, ruining parades.
A mist, danced in.
Flowers flourish.
Falling from faces in pain.
Steaming, I whistle.
Ice, I clunk.
Contain, yet contained.
Towels soak me up.
Tongues lift high.
Kool-Aid stirred in, kids gulp.
Buckets of me put out fires.
You swim.
You drown.
I am still, reflecting the sun.

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Ottawa, Poetry by Forrest Jamie

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Genres: Friendship, Hurt, Painful, Sad, Abandoned

Ottawa (10.27.2015) by Forrest Jamie

I can’t make you miss me.
I can’t pull the words from your throat
and I sure as hell can’t make you care.
I can’t sit you down in front of me and beg for honesty
and I can’t make you listen.
That’s the hardest part, I think.
And I was terrified of it – knowing I’d have to
let you go the next time you came around.
But more than that, I think what scared me most
was you never coming back. Finally.
That whatever it was that kept me dear to you
would vanish and you would just stay gone.
Lo and behold,
my nightmare is now my reality.
So why?
Why did you promise and why did you break it?
Why didn’t you call and why haven’t you come back?
You always came back.
And as much as…

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Walls of Flesh, Poetry by Shannon Rohn

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Genre: Society, Inspirational

~ Walls of Flesh ~
by Shannon Rohn

Life isn’t just what is seen in a pretty picture,
But the secrets buried from within the walls of our flesh, and hidden deep inside,
Intellectually we stand tall, body held strong by the back bone of our pride,
While we battle the constant thoughts of the conscious mind,
Unable to see the whole picture because we are blind.

What if we crossed the wrong bridge, or took the wrong street,
Should we prepare ourselves for lies & deceit?
Instead of what makes our heart beat?

Trying to look prettier everyday, but still perfect in God’s eyes,
Inside we still burn with secrets and lies,
Still trying to control in their heart what lives or dies,
How do you deal with those whose mind has taken over their lives?,
Behind the Walls of Flesh is where they hide.

We…

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Lessons On Throwing Shade, Poetry by Nigel Toussaint Bray

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Genre: Rhyme, Life

Lessons On Throwing Shade
by Nigel Toussaint Bray

Ladies and gentlemen, tramps and thieves
The shade will fall upon us all who deign to deceive

Live your own truth, not a lie
And you will need no alibi

The more you live do trust more in thyself, there’s no need to really fight
As life will teach you soon enough, who and when to cut at will and on sight
All the shady dark souls casting a shadow over your light

As for me, I try my best to be a gentleman so don’t call me shady
Even though once or twice more, I may have dressed like a lady

But go ahead and cast a stone or two, if you are indeed without sin
Most of my battles I now know, to fight from within

If lost, try to find yourself back on a path with…

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