Life sucks.
Paint my room black,
Black for the pain inside,
Long hair, empty stare, call me
Emo!
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Life sucks.
Paint my room black,
Black for the pain inside,
Long hair, empty stare, call me
Emo!
Emo
I weep for war's
children, and shed tears
for kleenex commercials
I change with the light of the moon;
woman
woman,
stand, be counted.
your worth more than rubies,
your beauty outshining even
the stars.
the stars
adorned in night's
sad blanket of eternal space,
sparkle light like stranger's weeping,
alone.
the stars
the sickle moon
holes pierced through veiling sky
show, hide, excite in us a wish
for, God
Alone
beneath that sky
that scarce concealing veil
the goddess wears to shield her eyes
from me
from me
emanates love
unveiled, even brazen.
love does not fear an espial
by man
By man,
the once
fierce hunter on
the plain has become the
cheap labor in a factory
for shoes.
for shoes
on Idril's feet
is sacrilege, goddess
of the prairie cannot but go
barefoot
that was really good riesa!
Barefoot
Ripe with hunger
Draped in thick lioness
Predatory ensemble fits
My hunt
my hunt
ends in our bed -
this day's search satisfied
having found fufillment in your
passion
Passion
to ripple lakes
laid still by mourning skies,
violet crowns waves pushed by gentle
caress.
very pretty, shakespeare. ;)
thanks, ds.
caress
your warm has gone
in to come out again
to return once more, my touch on
your skin
your skin,
warm like the breath
of a snorting donkey,
glistens with the sun's reflection
this morn. :lol:
Hi Riesa.
hi. virg. nice cinquain...:rolleyes: :D
this morn
a wintry walk
sufficed to bring blushes
to girls surprised by reaching trees,
entwined