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AttyChar88
I love to read and write. I love being dragged into the world of fiction and rewriting reality. I am 18.
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Imagist/Minimalist poetry awakens our senses.
I invite you to write a short poem, using as few words as possible to describe a smell, a sound, or a taste. William Carlos Williams’ Red Wheelbarrow is a good example.
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qen in Micropoetry
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between her lips

rolled paper and nicotine

choking on plant ashes

and relishing in the feel of

being lost in her own lungs and mine

breathing wintry-heat on morning-afters like

a smoke-reeking canary.

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zebrablack in Poetry & Free Verse
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Satan In a Red Crimson Dress

while deep deep asleep

a beautiful woman appeared

with silky black hair

shinning like licorice lacquer,

crystal blue eyes,

cherry plush lips

silver iced razor blade earing's

knuckled skull ring through her nose

and an undulating golden snake spiral wrapped around her throat

slinky like a spry kitten, and demure in form

with curving hips

in a slow-motion sway

falling up

i'm light like a puff cloud

in skin that fires the night

as walls faded and symmetries cascaded into spiraled eddies

she whispered

high handsome hows it hangin

in a voice like cool jazz

come to momma

she called in a jealous growl

yes, mama, i said

trembling with love

as jungle vines

wrap like a circulating boa

inhabiting me

oooooowww

mama what a thrill

i wept

i breathe her in like dusty cocaine

garden roses and fertile earth

i've come for you my darling she said

you want me, don't you?

biting her lips

with big hopeful eyes

oh yeah i do

i'm in love with you

i've always loved that dark thing that limps within me

i whispered

she smiled rubbing my oiled cock

with long-fingered strokes glaring

well i love you too sweet boy

we kissed so softly, so warm, so slow, and fragrant

deliriously voluptuous

her tongue

like a fluttering wing in flames

her kisses

gleaming razor bites that excite with pain

she looked at me quizzically

muttering

there's something funny about you

crazy boy

what, i said

funny to

Satan in a Red Crimson Dress?

you're not right, i cant find your soul

she exclaimed, panicked

oh that, i said

look closer my love

i held her hard into me

like solder fuses metal

look deep between my eyes

ho

ho

ho

hole

holy

holeeee

shit

she said

her eyes shapeshifted into black electrical tape

what do you see, i asked?

she studied the inside of my skull

like a Williamsberg

Jewish diamond dealer

thine eye is single

the self-effulgent light

irreducible and perfect

shining greater than a million suns

you're a fuckin cyclops

with divine sight

fuck me, she squealed

i've always wanted to fuck God

i'm your

S&M

baby

queen snake belly dancer from hell

and there's nothing you can't do

so

we fucked like colliding suns

brooding bleeding dying being born

born-less

tears fell like sheets of glass

constellations gave birth to constellations

and

reanimated endlessness

we missed each other

my sweet darkling Nuit

i groaned

oh yes

my beautiful lord

she sobbed

and we drowned in each other's embrace

in tears that reunite

tears of enormous pain

tears of unfathomable love

i held her, our lips lept wild tongues

our genitals consuming each other like fire melts stone

cratered moons shook the worlds of men to pieces

and all creatures melded

all nouns became verbs

high and low fell vanquished

heads and tails faced each other

darkness and light clutched in copulation

good and evil merged

all spines of fire

and up through the skull

beyond the vails of paradise

convulsing in endless incalculable raging orgasms

quickening eternal multiplying force

giving birth to endless chromatophore's of incandescent sky

that expanded both in volume and rectitude

dis-juncture became infinite smoothness

history stopped repeating itself

consciousness and subconsciousness became indistinguishable

three dimensions became innumerable

cats fucked dogs

planets ceased crossing each other

escalation heaped on escalation

physics gave birth to trans physics

and everybody understood everything

without a single thought

we cuddled up sweet as candy

kisses never ceasing

and all of time disappeared

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Challenge
Poem Challenge
How much pain can a soul take, write a simple poem about the darkness of the soul in overcoming its pain.
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Mavia in Poetry & Free Verse
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<<<Darkness>>>

You Asked for Simple & so Simply This:

I Am the Well

into which—

You have dropped

Your Wish—

#Darkness #Challenge

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KeepComingBack
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stolen gifts

the less opportunity I have to use my strengths, the less they feel like mine, and the less I feel like me.

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KeepComingBack
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safely go, in silent pride.

When I find myself bragging

I am keenly aware

that a part of me

is seeking a lesson

in humilty.

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JD4 in Poetry & Free Verse
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Old Nick

To whom should the Kings of these Motley' bow?

And let thier weighted heads hang over their sins;

thier kind words of culling, Are all deeds-benign.

For our image may eclipse thier souls, and no moral

should burden them; these with glad ideals. These

men who should go on hiding thier Saddest orisons,

and lynch all thier Jesters in the Courts.

These who are dreary; whose Boots-tread heavy as

their vacant Souls– and shall laugh down each droll

barrel at the Sins of others, as so that they will be empty

too. -Now that all men are devils men, and the King

rests on the brow, and the sky brings no water for his

Tormented passions– and he will make everyone else

a Godless tyrant too, in these foul fancy.

All the little-lads will throw themsleves down parched

furrows, and ask why thier Souls starved? And each

will bleet thier hollow tunes– like tired Ammonia poured

feverish into our hands, down this mad Charnel house;

down all our knotted-minds, and over our hearts. Come–

Try along all our amazements here– where the Sun has

fallen half-way down a ditch, and burns all of us who

live there.

#nihilism #religion

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KeepComingBack
97 reads

the more I focus on the beauty of my life,

the more life around me looks beautiful.

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KeepComingBack
80 reads

look around

He was always so focused on what he was going to do that he never paid any attention to what he was actually doing.

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KeepComingBack
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floating

sometimes my mind is somewhere else;

and at this moment in time,

its nowhere,

not even here.

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KeepComingBack
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realism

you have to now not understand

what you once understood

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