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RainSitting outside in the rain for hours Watching nature’s phenomenal showers Feeling the waters soak me through Sat here smiling and thinking of you Imagining your touch on my wet skin Feeling the warmth taking hold within Sweet rapture at the very deliberation Makes my insides melt with anticipation Two souls embracing in nature’s tears Allowing the waters to wash away our fears For that moment it would be just you and I Under a blanket of clouds watching them cryRain
by ~Unknown-Silhouette
Unknown SilhouetteHow could you see through the eyes Into the very depths of the soul? Deep into the fires that dwellUnknown Silhouette
Yet find good inside to extol?
How could you look into the heart
Seeing the darkness that resides?
Yet still believe that virtues existed
Ones only the soul can provide
How did you believe there still was life Behind such a desolate exterior ? How did you believe a heart still bled
When such solidity reigned superior?
How could you make a broken shell
Feel as though it’s complete?
Make it feel like an honest being
When it&
by ~Unknown-Silhouette
LoversJust the same as that of a candle flame burning long into the night Able to claim lives so easily yet no effort needed to quench the lightLovers
Her heart and soul ached and throbbed once more to hold him near But his part in these lies had helped her hold back the stinging tears
So sat she did and she pondered over the past and present ordeal Thinking hard she wondered on what this dark night would reveal
Gazing down at their blank eyes she could now feel no emotion at all Neither frown nor a cry could or would she allow for their untimely fall
Drenched in blood from head
by ~Unknown-Silhouette
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The Sea's RevengeClouds cover azure sky and blot the sun Touching the sea at the farthermost side Resembling the era when time just begun When God's voice raised land for ocean to divide Into contienents never to collide Upon another's blessed bright-lit shore The world no longer covered; Neptune cried Sea creatures such as sirens ruled no more They rest now beneath the water's dark core Waiting to sink the dirt back under the reefsThe Sea's Revenge
Posiden's signal is what they hope for To avenge their suffering and deep grief A roar rips roughly through the calm blue waves As the leviathan drags
by ~HatesXFury
Sonnet for her.Crafted language pierces my blooming core, As your wit dances round my furrowed-brow. Incredulously, I’m left wanting more… Unequivocal anguish; knows love now. Intent never understood till the last, Your understanding, an addictive drug; Voluptuous insight yields through the cast, Eternally safe in my bosom, snug. Immortal beauty reviled, reflected; Not even death could suppress you raw truth, Nor ardent derision be inflected, My passionate love forever in growth.Sonnet for her.
Never could I know all you words so fair, Yearn I then must for a truth so rare.
by ~todaystomorrow
DedicationThe sunset's red and aching, and lounging like a catDedication
on a cold breasted porch swing Sits...---
The cloud of smoke is Chandleresque The scents of Vatel the heavy clouds of Baudelaire
amble o'er head in air And most of all, the words come out, "My love is like a red red rose..." as if on phonograph.
Sit awhile, and with, and sit alone the poet stalking daybreak in its home and it shall come to him, eventually, and there reside, with alone, as confused as any man.
-Kitten
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
You stopped by some time ago and added Peppy Little Triolet to your "Breathtaking" collection, picked Fortean Lines as a favorite and collected Candy Cane into your cache of "Poetry and Prose." Then you came back a couple of days ago and nabbed 3 of 1 OULIPO + 4, too.
You like ALL the wacky shit, don't you?
I'm glad you're enjoying it. Thanks for saying so.
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"This wasn't just plain terrible, this was fancy terrible. This was terrible with raisins in it." -- Dorothy Parker
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'Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `You're screwed, dude.'
Thanks this time for collecting The March of the Eleventy-Ten," possibly the wackiest of the wacky shit so far.
You're being far too kind.
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"This wasn't just plain terrible, this was fancy terrible. This was terrible with raisins in it." -- Dorothy Parker
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'Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `You're screwed, dude.'
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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