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Jun 2017

The Good Pussy

Covfefe

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Jun 2017

EEZ

21 GOING ON 60

FAKE NEWS,
FAKE INTELLECTUALS-
BREAK THE RULES
OR IT'S ALL JUST PERPETUAL.

Jun 2017

Pagan Paul

The Gift

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The serpent around my eye
in perpetuity eating its tail.
A sigil to represent fluidity,
sheds its skin to no avail.

The Truths play around my head in loops eternal,
infinite possibilities of *******,
fractal gems cavorting in lustrous oceans,
that cleanse an hours disgrace.

Pan-Dimensional
and Omni-Directional
Truths are connecting.

Ouroboros, protector of the Tree of Life,
his apple is the gift of Knowledge.
Are those tempted weak and futile?
or hungry for the secrets of Cronos.
The fruit of Wisdom picked, and devoured,
in the garden quest for clarity.

And the serpent around my eye,
like a monocle allowing sight,
flows Truths into my mind,
reflecting matrices taken to flight.

© Pagan Paul (09/06/17)

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If someone asks a question
that appears to be a riddle.
Just play it really safe
and put a Haiku in the middle ;-)
PPx
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#poetry #truth #riddle #sharingknowledge #serpent

Jun 2017

Ash Rose

Progression

Strange sensations
Grins and smiles
The smell of the night
Doing what felt right
The best of times

Familiar sensations
Grins and faces of lust
The smell of liquor and perfume
Doing what felt best
The most pleasurable of times

Painful sensations
Grimaces and faces of hate
The smell of metal and blood
Doing what distracted most
The worst of times

Nothing...
Blank faces
Nothing to smell
Nothing to feel
Nothing to remember
Everything suppressed

not my writing, but a friend's.

Jun 2017

Arpan Rathod

Dying words

The words inside me
are dying.
Please betray me again
Please hurt me again.

Jun 2017

Macy Wieland

Heavenly

I don't believe in love
the same way I don't believe in god
how could I put my faith in something I can't hold in the palm of my hand?
maybe that's why I got so tired of my hands always coming up empty when I tried to grasp the idea of love
I still haven't met God
but I imagine your lips and heaven feel pretty similar
and I still don't know if I put my faith in you
whether I should call it love or religion
but I do know that if love is real
it can be molded into the shape of the devil’s smile
and I've yet to learn the difference between your hands and hell
because even burning love leaves behind oozing blisters
and I've yet to find a saving grace to stick around to mend my wounds

Jun 2017

Arpan Rathod

Faded

Hearing her
voice, I realised
it was the last time
          I was going to
          hear it. My ears
          heard the screams
          of her rage being
          converted into
          sound and I felt
          like I will go deaf.
          Instead I went
          numb, looked
back at the past
and her screams
slowly faded.

#shape