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My disappointment with the world's Selfishness Is a constant battle going unheard. Must Such a widespread virus to exist Always be With such a sardonic twist, Forgiven Every time? Indeed sanity requires it, You know, Our pointless bitterness must be quit, Because It will eat away at our spirits. There is Not an ear in sight that wants to hear it, No But this pandemic does not have a prayer. Hope of Healing foregone, selfishness does not bear A cure.
She's blonde and plastic, completely fake: A grown up evil barbie doll. She's just a superficial flake, Who practically lives inside the mall. She's a spoiled rotten brat - With no real need for men, Unless she knows your wallet's fat, Then you become her temporary Ken. But please don't let her decieve you Into thinking she really cares, Her declarations of love are untrue: You're just a financial affair. The bit*h will drain your bank savings, And then she'll leave you high and dry. Then as you
Buds are not quite flowers Breezes try to break the ice Impatiently counting days, hours Until the air is full of spiciness My skin yearns for summers heat How it's missed sun's warm embrace My toes crave hot sand 'neath my feet Cooled by waves that move with grace And if summer could kindly forget the bees, Leave behind the spiders too, and I'll be pleased.
Vanilla aroma invites the nose Tantalizing salivating taste buds The desparate tongue reaches out for a taste Smooth, creamy texture of chocolate sets in The teeth join the tongue as it goes for more Tempting flavors climax and die within Throat flexes its aroused, shiny, muscles Stomach and brain agreeing on pleasure Tongue and teeth reach out again and again Until addiction is reached, and it's gone.
The question is "How are you doing?" Immediate answer is "Good, you?" I smile even though inside I'm hurting, Because society fears the truth: I'm not okay. If one were to open up and say "I'm really not doing very well" People would withdraw and back away, So we hide behind fake happy shells. We're not okay. Our first world complaints are frivolous To third world countries in poverty. Our daily luxuries are limitless, While their dishes are hand-
Tender tears of surrender Stroke velvet saffron skin Erecting it's fragile barrier Concealing vulnerability within A virgin to the insects Too shy to open up Made to feel belittled Snubbed by rosey shrub Blushed in crimson skin They feel no contrite Unlike the humble tulip Satin skin gleaming light
Zipping merrily through sweet paradise Yellowish skies with ribbons of blue Xeranthemum fields play compliment to Waterfalls of rich chocolate fondue Vines of licorice spiral and climb Upwards around cotton candy covered Trees nesting lively marsmallow peeps Singing tunes of visible colors Rainbows that glimmer emerging from Quartz rock candy scattered around Perfectly iced giant cupcake bushes Oh, what a delicious scene I've found! Night falls upon this magical garden Moonlight litters the air
I sing myself a silent lullaby Of the day's long gone events Seems no matter what I try Active thoughts will not relent My eyes drift to the digits Ungodly hour aglow in red Restless my body fidgets With the pillows on the bed My eyes refuse to listen Indeed they will not close They haven't my permission To rebel against a doze The darkness of the night I saw mere seconds ago Blinked into the morning light Just how I'll never know.
At night when it's too dark out I feel goosebumps trace my skin But the hairs on edge soon calm With the safety of your light ------------------------------------ Prompt: Lightpost Form: Tanaga tanaga has four lines with seven syllables each…in its traditional form, all lines are rhymed at the end, although the modern form tends to be written in free verse.. Achluophobia: Fear of the dark.
My baby sister, she's my love She's the butter to my bread, But she has a learning disabiliity That she shall never be rid of Though she's phsyically mature, Her mind is somewhat behind. Yet a sweeter soul you'll not find, Of that statement I'm quite sure And on one horrid fateful night, The police came to our house. They took away her dad - mom's spouse, And this gave her quite a fright He did not return from work next day, And naturally she wondered why, "Daddy is sick" was our reply - So she
In the land of opportunity I awoke And I searched for the right place I'm not too far from the simple folk Whose transportation likes to graze But my surroundings aren't sedate Indeed your head would be spinning To get to me you'd have a while to wait 20 minutes, an hour - I'm not kidding Streetlights made of kisses inviting You to the entry of a fantastic dream Where everything is so exciting And you'll find some common themes I'm happy where I am right here A chocolate heaven so beguiling Enor
You cannot assist my dear fiancé He'd rather look around the store all day Directions, who needs those? He doesn't, I suppose So you best keep your helpful hints away!
Be gone with you, who can not be polite My spirits are high, and aren't coming down The smile on my face exudes my delight It's glued on so tight, I feel like a clown I feel so alive, my chest might explode I wish I could say just how great I feel But there are no words that can be bestowed For my elation is just so surreal My outlook is bright, I'm filled with such glee I'm jumping with joy, and squealing with bliss I really don't care what you think of me Let the world judge me for my happines
Loyally Tender Occasionally Observant Virtuous in hearty endeavors Endlessly being silently patient Ongoing respect truly essential Fervently essaying firey love Matrimonial these thoughts You ought to concieve of Lovingly, personify us
Proud, arrogant, and conceited- Her first impressions of Mr.Darcy, She believed despite just having met. She had judged a book by its cover. He thought nothing of her, Miss Lizzy, A plain young lady he thought a bore, Unintelligent, uneducated she had to be, He had judged a book by its cover. Instantly hating him for his own words, For dividing her sister from her true love Her first impression proved stronger now She had judged a book by its cover. A longer look proved she had beauty, Listening
You said that you were sorry, You said it wouldn't happen again, That the alcohol was behind it, That you would make amends You said that you were sorry, Indeed it happened once more, You made us empty promises The same ones from before You said that you were sorry, You requested another chance For a short time things improved, Followed by the same old song and dance You said that you were sorry, But by then it was too late I was much too scared to leave, My fear had sealed my fate You said that
Bewildering images unprocessed she sees Light for the first time magically mystifying Unfamiliar objects, surroundings brand new Eager eyes exploring fresh territory so bizarre Endearing glances up towards loving faces Young, newborn eyes devouring all in sight Expressive, curious, innocent looks on her face Surprised sapphire eyes filled with such delight
