Story Poems Seeking Honest Critique
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Poetry about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
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The Request
If I am to stay here in this form of continued waiting, should I not be allowed to request how that time is spent Dear Sir. I think it would be most kind of you, and the only kindness that will be asked from the man who holds my future in the balance. To give me just this one courtesy would give my heart so much happiness when you see that my choices to continue to exist in this manner are most dissatisfactory. I long to have this time go as quickly as possible, without regard to have to be present in the day to day torture that remains for me here if I am to be awake to it.
My...
My...
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Blacken blinds
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Raven Song
Ravens are in the air
The air-
The air is filled with the song of the ravens
The song of the ravens is law
A spell of some old and dusty magick
Powerful old and dusty magick
Powerful mastery of the arcane
Capable of forcing high wizards to their knees
Mighty masters-
Mighty masters of the arcane
Mystical forces of the unknown
Sing your mighty magick song
Sing of the old and dusty way
A dark but holy sacred way
The way of masterful magicians
Your way you masterful magicians
The air-
The air is filled with the song of the ravens
The song of the ravens is law
A spell of some old and dusty magick
Powerful old and dusty magick
Powerful mastery of the arcane
Capable of forcing high wizards to their knees
Mighty masters-
Mighty masters of the arcane
Mystical forces of the unknown
Sing your mighty magick song
Sing of the old and dusty way
A dark but holy sacred way
The way of masterful magicians
Your way you masterful magicians
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Love of Heart
If it's not one poison,
it's the next,
I may not be a good man,
but I do however,
try my best,
to be great at what I love,
yet that which I've come to love
I fear
shall one day kill me
indeed.
My life will end
by that which filled my heart
with happiness and forfillment;
the tribulations that have led me
to write every word of truth
down,
are but a timeline measured
in days counted
from birth until death
and for those many years
I have foresaken myself,
I bare no shame
for the things I have done,...
it's the next,
I may not be a good man,
but I do however,
try my best,
to be great at what I love,
yet that which I've come to love
I fear
shall one day kill me
indeed.
My life will end
by that which filled my heart
with happiness and forfillment;
the tribulations that have led me
to write every word of truth
down,
are but a timeline measured
in days counted
from birth until death
and for those many years
I have foresaken myself,
I bare no shame
for the things I have done,...
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4 Comments
Together at Last
For once again
Here I am
Laying right next to you
When will you be here too
I've been lost
I've been found
I've been thrown back to sea
For once again
Here I am
Laying and waiting for you
Drifting away
I'm scared to say
Can't you see I need saving too
I've been beaten
I've been broken
All while waiting for you
For once again
Here I am
Just waiting for you
For every hit
And every cry
Has lead me straight to you
So here I am
Yet again
Laying and waiting
Next to you
Will you meet me here...
Here I am
Laying right next to you
When will you be here too
I've been lost
I've been found
I've been thrown back to sea
For once again
Here I am
Laying and waiting for you
Drifting away
I'm scared to say
Can't you see I need saving too
I've been beaten
I've been broken
All while waiting for you
For once again
Here I am
Just waiting for you
For every hit
And every cry
Has lead me straight to you
So here I am
Yet again
Laying and waiting
Next to you
Will you meet me here...
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1,496 ème faux rêve profond / poète déesse consommée
fakinFrance to allow for
contestable crap-cutting let
thee game begin lame
ol' giggle joggin plods pavings
to
wa
rd sun r ise,in d'mornin'moan
hoping that one lastaste of
some
fresh flow
errr like past
nec t ar
long wiltedeadgone /
rêves érotiques
is killing
what little might be left-of-'me'
in this, yOur
native
planet turned alien in but a silly heartwist
of...
contestable crap-cutting let
thee game begin lame
ol' giggle joggin plods pavings
to
wa
rd sun r ise,in d'mornin'moan
hoping that one lastaste of
some
fresh flow
errr like past
nec t ar
long wiltedeadgone /
rêves érotiques
is killing
what little might be left-of-'me'
in this, yOur
native
planet turned alien in but a silly heartwist
of...
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EXOTICA
EXOTICA”
I boffed this broad from vera cruz
Who had the prettiest vise tight cooze
She said shoot your cum
Deep into my bum
Damn how the hell could I refuse
I boffed this broad from vera cruz
Who had the prettiest vise tight cooze
She said shoot your cum
Deep into my bum
Damn how the hell could I refuse
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Dancing with Devils and Gods
She grew up in a place where the night was always too long, too dark.
The mornings were too foggy to step foot out of bed.
One leg swings out of the blanket and the crisp chill bites at your ankle.
She was a beautiful girl. The type where all would stare in wonder but not dare approach.
Some people saw her as innocent, shy and introverted.
The smart ones knew there was a little spark in her eye.
Not seen by many. She was far more dangerous then anyone could know.
She spent her days locked in her room, living an adventurous life only in her mind as others...
The mornings were too foggy to step foot out of bed.
One leg swings out of the blanket and the crisp chill bites at your ankle.
She was a beautiful girl. The type where all would stare in wonder but not dare approach.
Some people saw her as innocent, shy and introverted.
The smart ones knew there was a little spark in her eye.
Not seen by many. She was far more dangerous then anyone could know.
She spent her days locked in her room, living an adventurous life only in her mind as others...
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BULLSHEX
Cyber sex
Skype sex
Phone sex
Its all a bunch of Bullshex!
Unless you awake to a beating heart next to you,
Its not sex
You damn fool!
Skype sex
Phone sex
Its all a bunch of Bullshex!
Unless you awake to a beating heart next to you,
Its not sex
You damn fool!
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5 Comments
love(crush) from one of the competitions .....
Write a poem from a gay teenagers perspective at least 7 stanzas and no other rules.
---------love (crush)----------------------
School was a drag until they changed my classes.
Second period was full so now Math is with, who?
Ah, I was expecting the usual, but, now....
Everyday I'm anticipating that hour near you.
I guess it should be wrong that I want to smell her.
Why is it wrong if she doesn't mind?
I hope a day comes that I can simply tell her
the feelings I have
I am sure of
define:
love.
I know some...
---------love (crush)----------------------
School was a drag until they changed my classes.
Second period was full so now Math is with, who?
Ah, I was expecting the usual, but, now....
Everyday I'm anticipating that hour near you.
I guess it should be wrong that I want to smell her.
Why is it wrong if she doesn't mind?
I hope a day comes that I can simply tell her
the feelings I have
I am sure of
define:
love.
I know some...
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0 Comments
Flute Quartet #3 in C
too many Mozarts to be
set
free(from/of)bond
age
of bein dead/despoiled
in this GreatTechnocrazy \
O'looky-see h 'ow t hey peal'n'squeel
[in] tiddley bit's [of]
fleet[of]feet
gamboling.......
yo! eye saw what you said in thee high'end stall,
[on-th'-wall)
heard by every ass'whole hanging over
billions'o toil'etting holes,e'ternal,
so's now
wee think wee
free
to...
set
free(from/of)bond
age
of bein dead/despoiled
in this GreatTechnocrazy \
O'looky-see h 'ow t hey peal'n'squeel
[in] tiddley bit's [of]
fleet[of]feet
gamboling.......
yo! eye saw what you said in thee high'end stall,
[on-th'-wall)
heard by every ass'whole hanging over
billions'o toil'etting holes,e'ternal,
so's now
wee think wee
free
to...
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7 Comments
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