A face
It is there, to be in the shadow
A sight seen on days of fancy
A fair flything tall truckly breezes faring flit
A cockerel, the change has winded
Bored on the main, the frightful fits of copied ruts
I flee from fear, i flee from fear the fear is near
Do come and pull me
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Lost:
#poetry#lost
Careening aloft on a simple seavessel
The leeside is lilting, impaling the brine,
Their face is bepickled and sensing a danger
A terror for amateurs lacking their spine.
Lacking a pack, blackened mindwrack is set
Only forces beyond know on which fate to bet.
Misc4:
#poetry#misc4
Steeping in the fermentation
A grand design forgotten from the first
Will we coagulate on the floor?
Or will we slap the challenge facemask?
Feel the outside flowering storm
Keel and keep the steadiness
Cart of my mind seeping forth
Mind the skullwelts.
Misc3:
#poetry#misc3
It is in the sun that i see faces
A blurried montage of form
The pickling of my brain gives rise
Feelings inside go flicker
A snicker of a charm is heated
Seated plainly for the world
A twirled diamond cuts deep and rude
Chewed through and fair
All bare.
Nacht:
#poetry#nacht
I felt the night sleep longer than expected,
The dreamsyrup drooling on for an age
A slow-flowing pool amassing at a clock's pace,
And ever-ticking on it goes.
Misc2:
#poetry#misc2
Ascent, descent, the fully-clever one makes a happy fellow, to be on the rock and flavored with the stale and trilled grip of the masterpieces. The leftover field is saturated with titters and kitch, only flowering for a morrow and a night, might fickle be.
Misc:
#poetry#misc#nonsense#meter
Jiggle and wiggle
The feeling of old
Always enticing
A fat cat gets bold
Liquor is lecker
When Germans are in
Peeking the pecker
At dawn's shallow din
Fast are the flighty
And weak are the brave
Captained by horses
The elders will cave
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And yet you look at me with idolized temperament
Endlessly beckoning me to bliss
Fantastic sensations of malicious sweetness foraging for my inner soul of another
Beans:
#poetry#beans#therapyisimportant
"Spilling the truth sets oneself free"
This is what They say
I counter:
"Perhaps the pain and suffering
The fear and agony
Are better than those granted
From the telling of the truth"
Do I know this?
I cannot say.
I am too scared to test
Lyricality:
#poetry#lyricality
Quack! quack! goes the barnyard
Wack! wack! goes the dew
I've! got! a little something
That's a bigger train to choo.
Work! work! go the ashes
I'm! not! the average few
There's! just! this fickle something
That I cannot find
Cannot find with you.
81522:
#poetry#eightfifteentwentytwo
If i stay thru the storm
Does it make me alive?
If we sit through the passions
Will we stand to thrive?
Are there only those forces
What make us unpeace?
When in the fuck
Will we get our release?
Waves Goodbye:
#poetry#wavesgoodbye
To say goodbye, it takes a bit
I wish you all the best
I love your hugs and kisses more
The further I draw west
It's hope that keeps me up in soul
That we will meet again
A freshly-wizened face I'll have
And long have missed your den.