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Literature
Forgive My Passion
I confess of my desire within
The blind infatuation hidden from sight
From when my eyes sinfully eye your naked back
Forgive my heart which yearns for your touch
To have you tower me, your arms around me
If I could, I'd trade my soul just for one night
Oh Lord, save me from this plight
For I have succumbed to my bodily desire
Forgive me for these thoughts of you
If I say I love you, would it justify my intention?
No, of course not. For it is only the body that yearns
Less can I say, my heart also yearns for this
Though my mind resists such impurity
My heart quickens at the masculinity
With just a glance I crave those arms
I crave your fingers between my legs
Who am I to think of you this way?
I am but a friend wallowing in sin
What did I do to deserve this?
I merely desire the pleasure of love
Am I not too feminine that you barely notice?
I brush my hair and paint my face
I dress in skirts and stockings just to make you see
How I wish you think of me the same
How dirty and impure I mus
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Literature
The Writer
Human pain built from typewriter parts:
    Bone keys that click
         Against ribbons of hurt,
    Ink blood that smears with a snap,
    Flesh pages
         That twist with the typewheel.
This
    I-am
A metallic pulse of keystrokes.
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Literature
For Those Toxic People
Have you met these pitiful souls today?
These isolated misfits, pretending that they belong.
In their minds, they are the chosen elite;
broadcasting superiority as an excuse to mistreat.
They are the ones who could not bear to be out in the sun.
Where their flaws are all visible, but in their minds they have none.
They are the folks that spew atrocities with every single breath;
too bad they'd never be loved outside of the games they possess.
For the toxic have no place with others;
narcissism and nihilism do not bring content.
So you may call me sorrowful for being a shut-in;
But at least my lovers are not paid for in rent.
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Literature
The Nephilim Part II
Ashes to ashes, lust to dust.
I continue to haunt this world.
Yet I am not bound to it.
My curse, immortality.
But I was plagued with yet another curse;
I am he who sees in both dimensions,
The waking world, and the dreaming one.
If I told you my tales from the hyper sleeps I’d bend your mind.
Yet even in those dimensions I am hunted by the Succubus.
As this Vampira of the night drained my tar stained blood,
I started to drift out into the hyper sleep.
To my surprise, when I awoke to the dream dimension she was beside me.
“You! How did you get here?” I enquired.
“I wasn’t just drinking your blood, I was infusing it with a chemical that enhances your brain’s DMT and GHB secretion, it also binds us so that I can enter your mind, feeling high?”
“I guess you could say that” I replied. “So why did you do that?”
“I wanted to take you on a journey baby” she replied.
I looked around me and realised that my bedroom fl
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Literature
October Child
Child of October,
born in the world of the fading sunlight           
Darkness descending upon the autumn days,
frostbite freezing her soul
like it ices the surface of a lake
Abandoned by the birds flying South,
left alone in the withering nature
Only silence and falling leaves surrounding her
as the North Wind cradles her into restless sleep
Carrying eternal night and frozen tears in her,
the shades of yellow in the autumn leaves
and the last rays of the setting Sun
shining brighter than ever against the darkness
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Literature
The Briefest Summer
Sleep well sweet lissome Summer Maid,
who danced across the rooftops grey,
now resting in some hidden glade,
to dream the Autumn nights away.
The light she spread has mellowed now,
the gilt, the glister, turned to brown,
she is subdued in seasons flow,
muted ‘neath the Autumn gown.
The cups of wine, the songs she sang,
the radiance in hearts of gold,
the playfulness, the joy that rang
remembered by the young and old.
With skies of pink she rouged the land.
In distant hills her dreams now grow,
where sunsets touched by Autumn’s hand
are deepened by an amber glow.
And in the dreams, where children play,
they see her sleep, her time has passed.
She left them with the briefest kiss
as eaves of Autumn’s shadow cast.
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Literature
Vanity Tortures and Tickles
The bath water tasted like soda-pop salt.          (Convulse)          But it's not enough shudder off the sting of stainless steel.
This aqua is a soup of scarlet volcano.          (Erupt)          Still the whirlpools ooze magma.
          The tickle/torture of feather fiber taking flight.  I tried offering the corpse her dreams,
          she would only hiss through a slit jugular,  "Bring me the maggots!"
(Revive Her)          She will still wish for death.
The mirror smelled like iron and rusty teeth.          (Break)        
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Literature
The Living Museum
What gave advance to our ancestry,
Scraped us off the acid sea-floors
And shaped us into human form?
Surely we will outlive our present mutation,
Evolve into some strange species unseen
—but no less curious about their origins.
Some yet-unliving species of superbeings
Will reanimate the extinct human embryo,
Like a Cambrian relic in a living museum.
Unknown epochs into the future, 
They will hatch that embryo and create 
A second coming of our fallen human race.
Think of it!
Just as the modern We 
May ultimately clone apes
From the icy dust of lost ages,
So shall our species rise again 
Light years across Kepler's darkness,
Again rise up from the fossilized 
Silence of death.
To do what? 
What indeed!
Oh, such surprises 
We shall have in store 
For those who 
Wake us up.
We will, without delay, perform the following:
Create exploitative, daytime talk shows,
Support monopolistic networks of propaganda,
Raise armies to pirate oil, rubber
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Literature
A Special Hour
A Special Hour
To Puabi
Twilight is always a special hour,
Reserved for someone special;
Her two eyes are open wide,
To catch the stars in the sky.
Her face reflects and imitates the moon,
Lighting the short path to her heart.
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Literature
Comes the Night II
Comes the Night II
To Puabi
Now the night has fallen,
Almost like the evening rain;
All around us have gone indoors,
Leaving my world in peace again.
Who can say,
If they understand the need
For silence at the end of day?
They scarcely heed it.
But the need is there,
Expressed in the twilight,
The still and quiet air,
In the middle of the night.
Only my love and I understand
The silence at hand.
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Literature
Twilight
Twilight
To Puabi
As the morning air has slowly calmed,
So has the twilight hour;
Leaving in its wake a vast green field,
A meadow for our love to flower.
And she tiptoes forth across the grass,
To hold the stem in her small hand;
Then she plucks it from its earth tenderly,
And, beside me again, she stands.
So, until the night will fall;
Then, together, upon my bed, we lie.
She turns her small sweet face to mine,
So i can wipe tears from her eyes.
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Literature
The Final Word
I heard of a place up north
where the guilty are sent to die,
Where everybody listens
and you won’t hear but a cry.
You write the words you want to hear
on a tiny paper note
and before you meet your doom
you’ll hear the final words you wrote.
I had to hear the final words
the doomed souls had wrote down,
so I stepped into my car
and I drove up to that town.
The warden feigned surprise,
but he couldn’t hide his face.
Who wouldn’t want to know
the last words of the human race?
So from his left breast pocket
he pulled out a slim notebook.
It recorded all the words
of each life the warden took.
Though I could not help but feel
that this small volume was grim,
I took a look inside
and read out its deathly hymn:
-Janet will forgive you-
-Heaven’s door awaits-
-Your family will live on-
-You’ve been spared some much worse fates-
-You did what you had to do
so you mustn’t panic now-
-No one else must die-
-time to make the final bow-
-Your family can m
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Literature
Touch Me With Your Lips
Touch me with your lips
and drown me with your kiss,
because all I want is to
be loved right now and
my heart is longing
for you so please take my breath away!
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Literature
To the Queen
To the queen without a crown,
whose hair is the color of ripe pecans:
do not let your circumstances quiet you;
though you lack the riches many consider
necessary to rule a realm,
even if that realm is nothing more
than snow-smothered pine
fused with hints of vanilla custard,
the inner workings of your mind
are chalices emblematic of the sunlight.
And you, my queen, need no title.
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TomN7 Featured By Owner Jan 21, 2014
I had the same problem, could you please check it ouy? Thank you!
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Michel-le-fou Featured By Owner Jan 22, 2014  Professional Writer
The problem must be that you are not a member. Join first.
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MendedDragon Featured By Owner Jun 15, 2013  Student General Artist
Alrighty, I'll try and get back to you then, if I remember :S
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halcyonshores Featured By Owner May 28, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you kindly for the request :rose:
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Garymillertime Featured By Owner Apr 28, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you so much for featuring "Painted into a corner" I look forward to being involved with your talented group.
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Michel-le-fou Featured By Owner Apr 29, 2013  Professional Writer
Welcome and do share your style here. I would recommend submitting to a specific folder, most members do.
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Octavias101 Featured By Owner Apr 15, 2013  Student Writer
I accidently placed my poem "Explosion." in humorous. Is it possible for the group to move it to poetry? Thank you very much.
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Michel-le-fou Featured By Owner Apr 15, 2013  Professional Writer
Yes, i will.
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Michel-le-fou Featured By Owner Jan 25, 2013  Professional Writer
I wish all new members good luck and good speed in creating and submitting their submissions.
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tyw7 Featured By Owner Jan 8, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Who move fanfics to the "featured" gallery?
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