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English Jam Jun 2018
The air is perfumed with fresh rosemary's
And the wild springs with lush berries
Their presence colours the nursery with a sweet loom
It bleeds into the forecast for tomorrow's gloom
Nostalgia hits hard, heartbreaking and eerie
For a day when I wasn't paranoid and weary
Well, I'll be down by the Brighton pier
Watching birds float past in lonely fear
I'd love to turn away

The pristine sun shines like Hades
The outside scent is yellow, maybe
Little daises laugh in the foreground
Gardens sow a loving sound
Once I could see hope in the trees
And the love that whispered on the breeze
Now the trees foreshadow longing
And the gale howls with wronging
I'd love to turn away

The intimacy in my yellow tinted flowers seems to have faded
And the soft orchards have been invaded
My words burnt in a smouldering pile of dust
And steaming with the heat of my lust
I told a crowd I had something to say
But the people turned away
away
away...
Christian Ek Sep 2014
Skeleton bones in the closet, no, not I, I got live bodies locked in chains. In the spirit of Halloween, I'll wear a hockey mask and be that obsessed killer. Teenage kicks, listen close for the screams. ****** from neglect, ****** because of reject, ****** brought on by me always feeling depressed. You called me names, you tortured my spirit, you ****** me like the idols you worship. I've worsen since i started feeding on your hate. This is my manifesto. Are you scared? You should be. Because I won't take the ranting rambling bigotry you speak. This will be something straight out of a horror scene. The plot thickens, foreshadow what's next. If you think this story is fiction well it's not because we live in a cold world and I'm only giving you a description, a depiction of what words can do, I use mine for assistance, I learned to listen, I hope you do too, because you can create a monster with the powerful words you decide to use.
He looked fine. Fine with a y. Fyyyyne
However another guy had the best style, he could mismatch and make it fit.
Then again no man had abs like him, it was a canvas I longed to....
I will never forget the other guys eyes, his hazel eyes spoke to me.
How couldn't I mention the manly stance, broad shoulders, large hands man.
But honestly, I never saw beauty till I met blank.
Blank is kind, the kind that gives and expects nothing, for he
simply wants to see joy in me.
Blank is confident in himself, in a way that needs to prove nothing because he humble by nature
Blank is rational yet irrational in a way that strives and hopes.
Blank is funny, uplifting, ****.
Blank teaches me about myself, he makes me better.
I've never seen one as beautiful internally, which it illuminates externally.
Hopefully I meet blank.
_, I love you.
Styles  Jul 2014
Rush
Styles Jul 2014
Its been a while, since I, seen that smile; that **** style, that turn me on, you're such a trip. I love how you keep it hip; *******, my favorite color- your Thursday pick. From your text, you seem stressed, might have to do it a little longer. Been working out, so I'm a little bit stronger- hold your legs back, shoulder press:I hope I'm making you wonder. Hands, coiled around your legs; up. Under your dress, hands slowly progress- it hurts now, the seconds seem longer; you feel blessed. You slipped, so I slide in; like it was meant to happen.

My hand griping your hips, pulling you in, a tight fit: harder- already told you I was stronger, now your feeling it. So professional when you came; now you leaving a mess. I flipped the script.

Black *******, with white spots all over your dress- blaming me for your mess. Now I'm  *******; ready or not. Your *** up, stomach in knots, my kingdom ***; our foreplay, can foreshadow my plot- give you a life sentence, that will make ****** on the dot. All our issues, disappear; like you're straight flush- red all in the face; light touch: 2 ours later; such a rush.
richie dagger Nov 2010
I waste my time while I work
I waste my time while I play
I waste my time while I sleep
I waste my time while awake

I intend to die without...

To die without honor
To die without dignity
To die without valor
To die without sanity
11/10
Johnny Noiπ Jul 2018
mean·ing              
                               ˈmēniNG/noun: meaning; plural noun:
                                      meanings
1.           what is meant by a word, text, concept, or action.
"the meaning of the word “supermarket”
synonyms: definition, sense, explanation,
          denotation,
          connotation, interpretation, nuance
"the word has several different meanings"
implied or explicit significance.
"he gave me a look full of meaning"
        significance, sense, signification,
        import, gist, ******, drift, implication,
tenor, message, essence, substance, purport,                        intention
"the meaning of his remark"
expressiveness, significance, eloquence,
implications, insinuations
"his smile was full of meaning"
important or worthwhile quality; purpose.
"this can lead to new meaning                  in the life of older people"
value, validity, worth, consequence,
           account, use, usefulness, significance, point
"my life has no meaning"
adjective:          meaning
1.        intended to communicate something
that is not directly expressed.
"she gave Gabriel a meaning look"

late Middle English: verbal noun from mean[1].                 mēn/verb                    gerund or present participle: meaning
1.                                 intend to convey, indicate, or refer to
(a particular thing or notion); signify.
"I don't know what you mean"
synonyms: signify, convey, denote, designate,
indicate, connote, show, express, spell out;
stand for, represent, symbolize; imply, suggest,
intimate, hint at, insinuate, drive at, refer to,
                       allude to, point to; literary:
                                                     betoken
"flashing lights mean the road is blocked"
(of a word) have (something) as its signification
                        in the same language
                  or its equivalent in another language;
"its name means “painted rock” in Cherokee"
genuinely intend to convey or express       (something).
"when she said that before, she meant it"
             be of some specified importance to (someone),
especially as a source of benefit or object of affection.
"animals have always meant more to him than people"
2.                intend (something) to occur or be the case;
"they mean no harm"
                                         intend, aim, plan, design,
have in mind, contemplate, purpose,
        propose, set out, aspire, desire, want, wish, expect
"she didn't mean to break it"
be supposed or intended to do something.
"we were meant to go over yesterday"
design or destine for a particular purpose.
  "the jacket was meant for a much larger person"
synonyms: intend, design; destine, predestine
"he was hit by a bullet meant for a soldier"
have as a motive or excuse in explanation.
"what do you mean by                       leaving me out here in the cold?"
synonyms: matter, be important, be significant
"this means a lot to me"
3.                            have as a consequence or result;
"the proposals are likely to mean another
hundred closures"
synonyms: entail, involve, necessitate, lead to,
result in, give rise to, bring about, cause,
        engender, produce      "the closures will mean
                                            a rise in unemployment"
presage, portend, foretell, augur, promise,
foreshadow, herald, signal, bode;
literary:                 betoken
"a red sky in the morning usually means rain"
necessarily or usually entail or involve.
"coal stoves mean a lot of smoke"
Origin

Old English mænan ; related to Dutch meenen
and German meinen, from an Indo-European
root shared by mind.
Emma  Jan 2015
Roses and Thorns.
Emma Jan 2015
I miss him so much
I feel it in my bones
as they bend and break

Like a bullet
ripping through my skin
I felt the emptiness
make my body its home

I spent 4 months
trying to throw up the remains of you
left inside of me
My hands cold
trembling with the weight of memories
My eyes weary
spilling my final regrets

You brought me roses
but forgot to remove the thorns
and I didn't realize until now
that it was a foreshadow of
this
If they say they don't want to hurt you, that's the first thing they will do.
Michelle Garcia Apr 2016
When the air around us becomes still, I begin the hunt for guarantees. Perhaps they are hiding, terrified, within the glimmer of promise that always seems to catch me moments before the fall. Maybe they are written somewhere inconspicuously, in the spaces between the fingers that hold me together better than gravity ever did. Savor this, I repeat to myself, a broken record that only remembers how to play the same tune over and over, over and over; but for some reason, I keep it running. Savor this. Savor this. Savor this. But when your lips greet the apples of my cheeks with a fire that cannot be extinguished, time is all that crosses my mind.
You whisper the volumes of reasons why you love me and I am only thinking of the moment you will tire of it. You shelter my joy in a canopy of trust, but I am far too busy counting seconds until the minute I become just another pretty story for you to tell when I have been set aside to collect dust.
I have discovered art in the curvature of your temples and the way you shook my father's hand with honor that night you kissed me under the illuminated blanket of God's great masterpiece. I have discovered it in the way you hold me close on the days I feel light years away from myself, the days when my body feels more like an abandoned orphanage than something that is meant to be alive.
You promise me forevers decorated in contentment and I am waiting for the day you regret it.
We are youthful and electrified, juggling candles at the tips of our fingertips and expecting not to burn.
I tell you that I want a yellow house with light blue shutters and a swing on our porch that rocks gently in the breezes of April.  I tell you that I have visions of us warming our feet by the fireplace in December snowfall, consuming peace within the melodious laughter of the children we will have. I tell you that when it storms, we will build forts out of quilts and hold competitions of brightness between the lightning and the glow of our own love.
I almost tell you that I need this, but I only find fear in my disappointment when I realize that there are no guarantees, and until tomorrow comes, we are holding our breath in limbo.
Instead, I tell you that I love you presently, and while we slow dance in our backyard a thousand eternities away, I am losing track of days spent grieving a dream that has not yet, or never will, come true.
chimaera  Jan 2016
foreshadow
chimaera Jan 2016
death.

a loss of vision,
there,
in the corner.

a corrosive lack,
purpose and sense
lost in the way.

another step,
suspension.

feels like it is time.

wrapping time.

making a fire
with all the debris.
18.01.2016
dedicated to my father.
If I could write the days into a memory i could forget....
than i could foreshadow the future I havent seen yet....
Id scribble down the worst of my life... But always sign the best...
Put my heart onto the paper and keep it out of my chest.....
But a stationary hero isnt the answer for my worded crimes....
Like the emotion cannot be beautiful grammar or rhymes......
A Fragile label cannot be placed on the package i deliver....
The damage is real like my poisoned liver....
I declare a proclamation of Houston we have a Problem....
I know my problems.... Words they wont solve them....
So Scribbled shaky pen stains on bar napkins became my bible.....
The pain was a memory not a selfish revival.....
If you can see yourself within my written pain.....
All I mean to say is " I wish I could See you Once Again"......

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