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Words Upon Words

I write the words that swarm my head

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"When We Met, It Was Like Two Worlds Colliding Too Fast, Too Toxic And Too Catastrophic For Each Other.

"When we met, it was like two worlds colliding Too fast, too toxic and too catastrophic for each other. We both knew from the start 'us' would cause a mess But hell, it is the most beautiful mess I have ever felt. " ~ A.G.

This is completely relatable.

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8 years ago

“Her body reflects an illicit art piece

as each limb roots her to the sanctioned sheets

that are as white as the pope’s robes.

Her back arches and forms the bridge

between her soul’s immortality and my

immorality. God passes between her lips

in a blasphemous cry that can only

be described as my new sacred doctrine.

Glistening beads not only rain down on her

temple, but they baptize my lurid sins

while fueling the lewdness of the night.

Others cannot and will never experience

the wrath that succumbs to serenity,

the burden of answered prayers,

or the heaven that is her.”

   -EL


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8 years ago

prompt: sycamore

His body is unyielding

under my touch

like the sycamore

to mother nature,

but just as the tree

gives into the wind,

he gave into me.

-EL

(I am so sorry this took so long! Your message got lost somewhere in my inbox! I hope you enjoy it and thank you! =D )


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9 years ago

Hey thanks for sharing my poem!

Of course! Thank you for sharing it to begin with! =)


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9 years ago

it sucks not knowing where I stand with you. it’s tiring.

Submitted by @x4189514x 

but in the mean time i can sit and rest alone


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