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Untitled by WishingZoey
Sculpted with skill
Perfect and crisp
Tangibly untouchable
Makes me throw fits
One of life’s goals
Need to know it’s true
Spiders crawling down my spine
Shivers caused by you
Another day wasted
Never saw that perfection
It’s not the kind you find
In the beverage section
Hard work pays off
As we all have seen
Hundreds a day
Your new trainer is me
Just to watch
Reach out my hand
To feel that precision
Under your command
My head tells me yes
My heart tells me no
You do that for attention
Pull it off just for show
Chemistry isn’t a science
That you only learn in labs
I hope to someday
To touch Usher Raymond’s abs
Creeping Around by isilme
Her reflection was soft
Gazing to the mirror
She was almost the doll
With her dark curly hair meeting her lovely dress
And small hands located on the table
As if it'd be the last time she'd apparel
The random strucking of the clock
The racket of the city
Told her that time was running out
She had to move on
When came a sound out of blue
And then a sight so fearful
Fathom she did
Corruption was everywhere
From the stillness of the house
To the tickings of the clock
Time was indeed running out
So little was left, it made her cry
As she wept
Percieve him she could not
The man with the long fingers
The man with the sharp teeth
The man who whispered
"Your doom will be my absolution
Your death will fill my veins
Your resurrection will be my company
And it will be just you and me..."
The Guidelines by janon
A figure standing lonely,
curves silent in a pit,
from a room through a door
this silence move.
dark it turns, soft its ride,
the wind is notion and time,
silent lines, with no sound,
a mass and volume,
is there a soul ore mind?
Curves that play with silence,
they never know the eyes upon them.
White pale snow are there tips
as the night thy unveil my mystery.
Floating in the tedious,
dark journey into the abyss,
floating curves are upon her,
a saint or just humane?
Untitled by JenniferStarling
It's the gauntlet every parent
passes to their child.
Inevitable inheritance,
we're unsure how to act about it;
and hold dear our own beliefs.
Should we look forward
dread, anticipate, deny, or fantasize
about this unknown we can only effect,
hasten, delay, or fly into
but never escape the truth of?
Perhaps the wages of our weakness,
certainly the price of existence.
There is basic terror and strange desire
we feel for the horrifying mundane reality
this door we all shall pass and now spend
every minute in a waiting room before it,
making our conjectures.
We'll figure it out,
or die trying.
Untitled by RebeccaA
Running down to greet me
falling as you do
I reach out to grasp
your cool and silky form.
Plunging into your embrace
my pains are soothed away
whilst your incessant babbling
is like music to my ears.
Contented now I lie
beside you in repose
wishing every second
that I could here remain.
No matter where time takes me
by your side is where
my heart and sould will linger
until my life is done.
Untitled by kaliava
Smooth, sensual curves reflecting my salvation
Lighted luster of the moon admonishing my limitation
I seek what's in the distance
A temptation in the past
Follies abound and triumphant
Scored the years that I would fast
The entrancing leather grip
And the pleasure I shall strip
In the depths of its metal core, I fell into its sacred lure
Heated harassment had encompassed my sullen heart
Decadent death residing in that poisoned dart
I seek to feel resistance
A forbidden longing held at last
I had succombed to it
And the blood was finally cast
The holy weapon I finally let slip
Clasping my revenge, I let the dagger drip
I never asked for any more, I had surpassed anything I'd been before
Oil flowers to butterfly beauties by Kagey-chan
Spiders down the spine
Leave their little foot prints
Up and down your arms
A bumpy marching line
Eyes so wide they might break
As they stare unabashed
Your mouth’s making fog on the glass
That keeps you from its ancientness
Timeless sentiments keep beating you over the head
Could you die from emotion overload?
I’d like to think it’s possibly so
Especially in the way that you keep staring
Your feet are like two giant trees
They’ve grown to that spot quite nicely
People flit around like butterflies
From beautiful oil flower to oil flower
Waiting for that scent that reminds them of home,
Life, memory or a place they use to know
Some become trees till they transform back again
Oh I’ve see you’ve gained your wings once more
Please take away your piece of soul pollen
Keep it safe and keep it warm
It gave you something that’s only yours
Please make sure to pick up the bottom of your mouth
And remember to breathe through your nose
I’m glad to see nature’s armatures
Have appreciation for the talented human painters
Thanks for visiting and
Please come again
Back to the Art Museum.
Eulogy by hojucult
Recall if please you, one fair day that passed
Long before her ardour had surrendered
A time in which her universe, so vast
Knew no limits, her spirit had aspired
To sample all the tastes and sounds she met
Embrace the essence of the wind that did
Once carry her small graceful silhouette
Marrying sky to ocean, no one forbid
Her breath, her purpose, life force, passion – til
Her dance to earth, malignant: dead bird still
Crunching by thecolourblue
f
a
ll
ing
as
autumnal scents
flow from my skin
into your nostrils
I gather at your feet,
small pieces all around you,
blowing in the blustering wind,
floating behind you
to earth,
and rest.
a sneeze, sniffle,
you scrape me up,
and I am punctured, torn,
by a claw reaching toward me.
I am swept
away into suffocation,
fragments fall away and
all i am - a skeleton;
the only rememberence of
spring,
forgotten.
Potential by :devhellaciousgracious:
The silence is only broken
By rustling leaves that urge
the resting sun to awaken.
While...
Lucious lips lying luxioursly and waiting...
Pausing--
for the touch of brilliant light that
Will illuminate the glossy globes
of those water droplets collecting on
shivering soft skin.
Orange soon seeps into purple
Merging and bleeding warmth
Into the atmosphere that bursts
With poetential energy to create life.
A breath;
A sigh;
An outstretch of limbs to a life line.
Striving for the vitality of those
brightly burning stars that will soon fade...
dissipate into a distant memory.
Lift of your life by dying-moon
Like cold coins from my pocket
diving down and deeper
in this view
they require
grounds, going higher
like we would jump
fall and fly
taking the horizon
but a whole world waits
in this cramped cage
here to meet unnamed
standing in silence
doors, a story of me
telling about flying floors
instead of stairs
take
the lift of your life
Sculpted with skill
Perfect and crisp
Tangibly untouchable
Makes me throw fits
One of life’s goals
Need to know it’s true
Spiders crawling down my spine
Shivers caused by you
Another day wasted
Never saw that perfection
It’s not the kind you find
In the beverage section
Hard work pays off
As we all have seen
Hundreds a day
Your new trainer is me
Just to watch
Reach out my hand
To feel that precision
Under your command
My head tells me yes
My heart tells me no
You do that for attention
Pull it off just for show
Chemistry isn’t a science
That you only learn in labs
I hope to someday
To touch Usher Raymond’s abs
Creeping Around by isilme
Her reflection was soft
Gazing to the mirror
She was almost the doll
With her dark curly hair meeting her lovely dress
And small hands located on the table
As if it'd be the last time she'd apparel
The random strucking of the clock
The racket of the city
Told her that time was running out
She had to move on
When came a sound out of blue
And then a sight so fearful
Fathom she did
Corruption was everywhere
From the stillness of the house
To the tickings of the clock
Time was indeed running out
So little was left, it made her cry
As she wept
Percieve him she could not
The man with the long fingers
The man with the sharp teeth
The man who whispered
"Your doom will be my absolution
Your death will fill my veins
Your resurrection will be my company
And it will be just you and me..."
The Guidelines by janon
A figure standing lonely,
curves silent in a pit,
from a room through a door
this silence move.
dark it turns, soft its ride,
the wind is notion and time,
silent lines, with no sound,
a mass and volume,
is there a soul ore mind?
Curves that play with silence,
they never know the eyes upon them.
White pale snow are there tips
as the night thy unveil my mystery.
Floating in the tedious,
dark journey into the abyss,
floating curves are upon her,
a saint or just humane?
Untitled by JenniferStarling
It's the gauntlet every parent
passes to their child.
Inevitable inheritance,
we're unsure how to act about it;
and hold dear our own beliefs.
Should we look forward
dread, anticipate, deny, or fantasize
about this unknown we can only effect,
hasten, delay, or fly into
but never escape the truth of?
Perhaps the wages of our weakness,
certainly the price of existence.
There is basic terror and strange desire
we feel for the horrifying mundane reality
this door we all shall pass and now spend
every minute in a waiting room before it,
making our conjectures.
We'll figure it out,
or die trying.
Untitled by RebeccaA
Running down to greet me
falling as you do
I reach out to grasp
your cool and silky form.
Plunging into your embrace
my pains are soothed away
whilst your incessant babbling
is like music to my ears.
Contented now I lie
beside you in repose
wishing every second
that I could here remain.
No matter where time takes me
by your side is where
my heart and sould will linger
until my life is done.
Untitled by kaliava
Smooth, sensual curves reflecting my salvation
Lighted luster of the moon admonishing my limitation
I seek what's in the distance
A temptation in the past
Follies abound and triumphant
Scored the years that I would fast
The entrancing leather grip
And the pleasure I shall strip
In the depths of its metal core, I fell into its sacred lure
Heated harassment had encompassed my sullen heart
Decadent death residing in that poisoned dart
I seek to feel resistance
A forbidden longing held at last
I had succombed to it
And the blood was finally cast
The holy weapon I finally let slip
Clasping my revenge, I let the dagger drip
I never asked for any more, I had surpassed anything I'd been before
Oil flowers to butterfly beauties by Kagey-chan
Spiders down the spine
Leave their little foot prints
Up and down your arms
A bumpy marching line
Eyes so wide they might break
As they stare unabashed
Your mouth’s making fog on the glass
That keeps you from its ancientness
Timeless sentiments keep beating you over the head
Could you die from emotion overload?
I’d like to think it’s possibly so
Especially in the way that you keep staring
Your feet are like two giant trees
They’ve grown to that spot quite nicely
People flit around like butterflies
From beautiful oil flower to oil flower
Waiting for that scent that reminds them of home,
Life, memory or a place they use to know
Some become trees till they transform back again
Oh I’ve see you’ve gained your wings once more
Please take away your piece of soul pollen
Keep it safe and keep it warm
It gave you something that’s only yours
Please make sure to pick up the bottom of your mouth
And remember to breathe through your nose
I’m glad to see nature’s armatures
Have appreciation for the talented human painters
Thanks for visiting and
Please come again
Back to the Art Museum.
Eulogy by hojucult
Recall if please you, one fair day that passed
Long before her ardour had surrendered
A time in which her universe, so vast
Knew no limits, her spirit had aspired
To sample all the tastes and sounds she met
Embrace the essence of the wind that did
Once carry her small graceful silhouette
Marrying sky to ocean, no one forbid
Her breath, her purpose, life force, passion – til
Her dance to earth, malignant: dead bird still
Crunching by thecolourblue
f
a
ll
ing
as
autumnal scents
flow from my skin
into your nostrils
I gather at your feet,
small pieces all around you,
blowing in the blustering wind,
floating behind you
to earth,
and rest.
a sneeze, sniffle,
you scrape me up,
and I am punctured, torn,
by a claw reaching toward me.
I am swept
away into suffocation,
fragments fall away and
all i am - a skeleton;
the only rememberence of
spring,
forgotten.
Potential by :devhellaciousgracious:
The silence is only broken
By rustling leaves that urge
the resting sun to awaken.
While...
Lucious lips lying luxioursly and waiting...
Pausing--
for the touch of brilliant light that
Will illuminate the glossy globes
of those water droplets collecting on
shivering soft skin.
Orange soon seeps into purple
Merging and bleeding warmth
Into the atmosphere that bursts
With poetential energy to create life.
A breath;
A sigh;
An outstretch of limbs to a life line.
Striving for the vitality of those
brightly burning stars that will soon fade...
dissipate into a distant memory.
Lift of your life by dying-moon
Like cold coins from my pocket
diving down and deeper
in this view
they require
grounds, going higher
like we would jump
fall and fly
taking the horizon
but a whole world waits
in this cramped cage
here to meet unnamed
standing in silence
doors, a story of me
telling about flying floors
instead of stairs
take
the lift of your life
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