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Post by themirrorthief on Nov 13, 2018 15:09:37 GMT -5
fools in love such a pathetic thing powerful yearning needful of warmth and touching hopeful and sad all at the same time loneliness is a dagger jabbed through the heart pain is the salve and does not quickly depart a smile from a beautiful face sends one soaring into space despite knowing that darkness cloaks the soul of that one that special one deception and pretense spoils the magic and rends the heart and everything tumbles into the pit of despair hurt and anger but a grain of nectar the sweet scent of love draws one on and perhaps it is better that way that strange and very trying way
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Post by themirrorthief on Nov 29, 2018 8:46:55 GMT -5
today I bent to the freezing wind the eternal wind not just the winds of change unbearable cold like a javelin trust into the heart a heart that already bleeds pouring my soul into the cold hard earth that has absorbed so much blood and pain and winds never stops around my ears it whispers its sad verses like a frozen demon mad and cursing but I will seek the warm somewhere I know its there but what should I care loneliness is cancer a kind of poisoned spinning dancer so full of promise so near to oblivion Absolom, Absolom he is gone only his name remains carried on some chilling breeze that never forgets
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Post by themirrorthief on Nov 29, 2018 8:48:24 GMT -5
reading these poems could cause severe brain disarrangement
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Post by themirrorthief on Nov 29, 2018 8:49:12 GMT -5
I am not a very deep thinking poet so dont bother to read to much into these little lines
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Post by themirrorthief on Dec 4, 2018 9:22:25 GMT -5
my buttocks are burning they are sweaty and yearning for some nice sweet ass to help the time pass my balls are a cauldron of steaming hot monkey milk they are ready for love where are you my dove? yes I need some sexy affection to cure my affliction in truth love is my one addiction in you panties ly paradise and hopefully no lice love is my vice I never think twice sometimes I have to pay its the american way even the pres did it Stormy gave him a discount but the check bounced Kennedy liked it too Keith Ellison liked it rough Weiner liked them young at least he was hung the skinny little shit well this work is almost done I hope you had some fun besides, nobody reads my shit I love women with big tits now thats a rhyme I can do it all the time I am so sublime and so sexy its a crime in muslim nations only u have to pay a lot for it cause the rich buy up all the nookie but u can hope to get it cheap from a male cross dressing hooker for your sake I hope he is a looker
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Post by themirrorthief on Dec 25, 2018 3:34:23 GMT -5
love is a dream a far away fantasy almost real tempting with such appeal not everyone can know it not everyone can show it its a gift from God but like dreams we can imprison God in the dungeon of our blistered hearts
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Post by themirrorthief on Dec 30, 2018 18:53:27 GMT -5
splendor in my grasp the dream within reach but can a child ever become a woman I dont want to be a father or mother or preacher im to tired for that I want a natural love to never be unnatural I need a lover not another daughter to many women not enough time off workaholics attract money is money it makes one handsome less fat and less bald but even bad love is still bad so dream on stand alone gnaw the bone of what was and soldier on totally alone
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Post by themirrorthief on Dec 30, 2018 18:54:25 GMT -5
made myself laugh with that one...but its a serious poem...im being serious!!!
plus I have no freaking money...never have had any...money that is
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Post by themirrorthief on Dec 31, 2018 15:09:36 GMT -5
satin skin and pretty little moans make me dream on and on silky hair and lips that promise things and lead me to creation and scenes of pure delight everlasting sights that play in my mind's eye on each lonely night but heaven seems so far away while angels walk past me each and every day they twist and sway their eyes dart and play and tug at my heart but I wouldn't have it any other way
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Post by themirrorthief on Dec 31, 2018 15:11:17 GMT -5
gonna get my new year off to a sexy start
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Post by themirrorthief on Jan 17, 2019 22:38:05 GMT -5
a voice whispers to me its accent soothes me speak not of love alone but of beauty and soft tones and time spent joyfully near an aphordite more pleasant than tender kisses from a mother or daughter a touch that is hers can make a heart seek life unending and like a dream unfolding and sweet love flowers, its aroma brings the spring no matter the season and beyond all reason such is beauty cannot I share another ode to the majesty of all things Godly pure and whole just a few moments into eyes large and deep like sparkles in the stream tossing over pretty stones and little crevices I fancy more time with beauty tho I can only offer a poem which is not even a sonnet
Not a sonnet but of beauty
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Post by themirrorthief on Feb 21, 2019 8:30:05 GMT -5
u keep me in a box and you locked my heart you are my lord and master and you did it faster than anyone ever did or could dammit you make me laugh I am an addict chain me in your attic I want you for my baby like me you are so damned crazy fun is where you are art is your smile Picasso, Van Gogh, and Pollack couldn't paint half as good as God and he does it all with sod we are all just dirt so they say can I be your mud?
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Post by themirrorthief on Mar 2, 2019 22:29:44 GMT -5
I spent some time and love just spat it out there on the ground spinning with stars in my eyes and with my clouded brain just sending out my soul in a weird sort of form like love like death it matters you see when you spin through life spitting and bleeding it all out there every day and the nights so strange beautiful changing like energy that lives and paints something so pristine and lovely makes Jackson Pollock green with envy drip drip drip and off into the air the simply delicious air that makes us live and love and pray the pictures never show it in a real way but we have to swim in the ocean of our mistakes outtakes and the love we take its all so pretty if you can dream beyond this earth so out there man its perfect in a breathless kind of whimsical way just paint it in bold colors and hope make yourself a legend born to live forever and forty nights
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Post by themirrorthief on Mar 21, 2019 23:52:09 GMT -5
mirrors that dance and play with the dark or light singing and pointing at skies bright or dull dreadful is the dull you know the pale glow of snow and refreshing chill makes me sparkle and shine and dream away all my time
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Post by themirrorthief on Mar 27, 2019 23:48:24 GMT -5
love is pain and it makes one tired I doubt I will ever be loved cause I cant love just right just cant I couldnt stand it to much investment required I will just love everyone instead
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