Community > Posts By > h3llokitti3
Topic:
My Confession
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That's quite the compliment up2us, any coffee is good coffee in my world!
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My Confession
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lol, but I love the tearjerkers! I'm thrilled that you enjoyed it
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My Confession
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Thanks Leigh, that's very sweet and much appreciated. I know my writings an acquired taste!
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My Confession
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lol I wish I could write some tearjerkingly beautiful love poem
never seems to work out though thanks for the read |
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Cosmic Wave
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So true, it's a trait that often sits on the sidelines because these days, there doesn't seem to be a lot of value seen in it.
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Topic:
My Confession
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The throne of thorns is coming
spun of sun and silk castrating Neptune's bones from breeding blood and filth All my forgotten names ancient serpents in my soul perforated prophecies an abortion lost in utero Invoking all your saints a poetic malady blinded by the Fate's and their myopic prophecy A centaur's snare of chaos the Iliad engulfing me drunk on the blood of Mars now war is all I see Launching my confession a full frontal assault of grandiose repentance freeing me from fault Suffering in soulful screams Reality a lucid dream Clawing at my jaw this labyrinth of lies hunting down the minotaur a dragon in disguise Lathered in her web Medusa's bearing down in paralytic stone my tongue comes unwound Milking the womb of madness a masochistic reverie my soul committed suicide now my mind is haunting me *I should have probably included this warning after my first submission, but my poetry is a raw reflection of stereotypes and hypocrisy, with a prevalent religious undertone. It's angry and paradoxical, I hope no one's offended.* |
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Cosmic Wave
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I feel like humility is a lost art, sometimes we all need to be knocked down a peg or two. Thank you for the read and comment
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God's Debris
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You're too sweet . Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it.
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Topic:
God's Debris
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Thank you! I'm happy to be here
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Topic:
Cosmic Wave
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I am a sentient being
born and bred of divinity free from deluded dreams of transient superiority my soul is a napalm bomb riding the wave the cosmic strain of Shakti's astral plane raping your brain with pious shame orchestrating symphonies of pain self invoked a culture choked by their own venom as dictated by the senate we are the instruments of our own demise and suffering breeds within the lies of subjugation purification while we perpetuate a paradigm of lives separated by the differences seen through our eyes sexuality, religion, race and gender of our culture got me going on a bender only the false self will try to label lives but flesh and blood can't be categorized raise your cerebral hemisphere to another level free from fear the prana frequency flows with ease aboloshing the energy of our disease this blind hatred a preconceived form of salvation come judgment day ascends the inception of your damnation self grandeur it's necrotic blatantly toxic because an impotent and fractured mental frame is insane too blind to see that I'm exposing the hypocrisy of grandiose self perceived omnipotence bought without a fee the sacrament of your bigotry dissolved to pieces smashed to ashes so apathetic to inequality it's sacreligious but their blind to see the effect of catatonic passivity it's ripping the rope from which you choke baring your bones and eating your soul apparently you all believe to have found God in "me" so you're designing reality based on biases born to set you free from bearing witness to your own shortcomings can you see your sin? cause that's what I'm drowning in the macrocosm within your frame must have imploded and deceased your brain to believe your womb birthed the temple beneath our feet and burning brim in flawless grace blessed our souls to feast the self righteous stand raising pious hands on the backbones of our fellow man the judge rides in on a wave of death and sin eating the wise too proud to perceive their own demise |
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Topic:
God's Debris
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Cloaked in my snow bed
under a blanket of stars reflecting our love lines through life's ceremonial scars You've painted your memory and saturated my soul with your spectrum of wisdom and prophecies left untold Together we've drawn our altar on land bent our heads to the heavens held God in our hands and bedded with flowers just as the weeping willow tree so have we grown roots in the arms of the sea We've spoken to tree nymphs and danced with the rain screamed alongside the thunder while she's lamented in vain Our communion with nature rituals blending in part our cherished laugh lines in the folds of each others hearts I've spilled my tears at your feet sorrow sung like biblical psalms and just like a martyr you've held my despair in your palms Cultivated the fire of my faith and cradled my hope philosophies fall from your lips easily spoke I carry you always your teachings play like a song my cerebral architecture will cradle your memory long after you're gone So when heaven hearkens for you the entrails of your song and bends it's bows to your roots your memory carries on because together we've blended two lives intertwined a memorial of friendship familial love married with time |
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