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Bow down to satire by mortalpsyche, literature

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Bow down to satire

. and if you wrap a bow around that world it will not make it any more beautiful. (I would join you down there in the depths of the elite the lower than the not low enough but I can swim and have learnt to inhale quite well Still, my background changes each day) if you furnish your heart with ottomans and satin it will not make it any more glamorous, no matter how many thorns and feathers you pluck to get that whatever perfect. and there is nothing common to both of us, I see a clash in each something forbidden and every anything very well hidden. fingers click and feet stomp, but I like my s

A Recusants Subculture by mortalpsyche, literature

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A Recusants Subculture

. I pinned down my butterfly in sprinkled satin, engrossing my picture book marinated in marmalade awaiting tattered dawning, still, I don't think I'm ready yet. They stay in their satin realm, pinned with their sometime sooner or later's, "hold me in your arms" et cetera, et cetera, decaying in freshly blended irritants; the best tasting sin shakes. I hum to the same tune now, the same heart; an impalpable disease. Yet I'm musically challenged. The tune changes too often "bring me closer" et cetera, et cetera. My hearing grows distorted. They buy a harmonic enhancer- delicious. Independent variables clutch, refin

The Passenger by mortalpsyche, literature

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The Passenger

. I want to clarify how faintly this interpretation grows, caressing placid glassware before my skin pierces air. This here, the mainland of mellifluous glares. "A year to want" the gift voucher to settle a deadly score, and she, an adventure to hollow Italia, providing false papers to Mata Hari- an adventure to your gaping pantry. At last! There's a monotone ring to such dulcet imploring, with dust settling beneath dragging disputes. You take a picture of two women. One grinning to the sky, the other stamping a tattoo glare. Nostalgic depth strings back in her pupils, wearily; she sees the silken lace upon perfect

Erotica Challenge-mortalpsyce by mortalpsyche, literature

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Erotica Challenge-mortalpsyce

. 1947 a distant harmony; Chopin to a choir of infant solemnity harbour my insomnia below tainted covers, as from these rhythmic woes I quiver... upon my neck I sense fingertips strumming; strumming and gaining over Shafali fragranced skin, swallowing savoury crimson words, melting salt lick desires upon the lips of citrus obsessions... imbibing a brutal embrace. I'm left with pierced smiles, such coveting hands leave me my incubus, leave me with puncture wounds; insanity of infatuated fingerprints, from where I bruise; bruise and scald as you thrust my fondled sighs over a a supernova of conquest… your co

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Fantasy Contest -mortalpsyche1 by mortalpsyche, literature

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Fantasy Contest -mortalpsyche1

Floating in a world sublime Where all has ceased, No space nor time. Where those that ravelled In their power Took upon the witching hour. Where every stone, And every brook Took a form Unknown. Where if one stood Midst simply leaves Would rarely be alone. A world omitted Simply forgotten Only viewed by some, Yet may recall In distant dreams Those that pass and come. This place of fancy But a vision, If only to be real Where life dwells fair, And youthful waters Flow as though surreal. Amongst the flowers, Amid the trees Rippled infinite Fantasies. Casts of gold And hues of green Soared and fluttered In

Deficient by mortalpsyche, literature

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Deficient

the piercing stare into her soft, feather-like body runs straight through the translucent orbs. his continuous chatter wanders into the sahara while she tilts 15 degrees east to understand. Unconscious. Unconsciously she hears the blue and black intertwine. Unconsciously she sees the air form eclyptic paradoxes. Unconsciously Everything is clear. Conscious. Consciously he still chatters wandering deeper into the sahara while she still tilts 15 degrees east trying to understand.

Aevum by mortalpsyche, literature

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Aevum

Aevum please freeze this lifeless picture from the window pane. next to the candle. That candle, it's never been lit you know. I caressed a match once. let the tip burn but changed my mind. You gave it to me. the glimmering in your eyes. irritating. do you know what that is? it's the perpetual darkness that shines within the crystal you gave Me. "one of a kind" You said. You were right. right about everything. The stone so tender so elegant so cynical. at least you have something in common. why do you look at me so deafeningly? Yours, such a world. poles apart. Your left looks like my right. how

Little piece of confusion by mortalpsyche, literature

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Little piece of confusion

the broken glass beneath my feet with playful tears I like to greet. the shattered song beneath the glass was trembling me and then alas did the trembling stop and so, in time this rhyme was made although, if the trembling's demise came, I would only have myself to blame. on the lips this rhyme I kiss but to make sense imagine this: the glass is life which we love so; in saying this I add: although, the trembling is the time to pass and every rhyme is wasted glass. if with every playful tear a new rhyme came, then rhyme I fear, and every tremble broke glass like this then trembling on its lips I kis

Collapse by mortalpsyche, literature

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Collapse

a starlit kingdom so frail so afraid, you opened the gates walked through so calmly. that glance so "tender"... ...every colour shone through the glass prism of the windows. savoury words left on the tongue. edible. the stroke of the skin like silk against the palm. you made me open the gates. so tenderly. so calmly. starlit it was... ...floating on air with nothing but those savoury words. "asshole" didn't fit into the scripture. with one glace of reciting of 18 mistaken lines, the kingdom collapsed leaving no trace of survivors. the gates were closed under the weeping skies, and with ind

Harmonious by mortalpsyche, literature

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Harmonious

so the violin played the violin cried the violin broke the bow as it seems; you hummed to the song my friend take a step back. is that far away enough? twenty miles north turn right, and there it is past the black hole; you can't miss it. it's the alterego of your masquerade... close your eyes. the riddler confused? remember how to remember... memories are all you have now. so what do you have left? be. purify the forsaken emotion fleeing. devoted to your devotion hide. kiss the hand that embraced your soul. it will save you one day... the melody ended so long ago.