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I can be like a perpetual wet dream
The secret affair that dwells on the warm bed of your mind
I shall kiss your neck and whisper my lustful poetry into your ears
Soft is the sin that delights Id
Want of desires, longing to covet
Virgin blood! Virgi…
Marvelous
I dig
I bring many things
Cigarettes and flowers
Sadness and wisdom
- sui
Adolescent Vagabond
To come of age
To go away
Mendicant
Independent of everyone
At the mercy of whatever is to come
- Sui
On a night of ecstasy
I slept with my nightmares
On a nest of flames
She sat on the window sill
The cold midnight iridescent behind her
She sighed contemplating her madness
I was anxious for melancholy
Because I knew she had to leave
But not befor…
Aimless,
Alone wandering
Freedom,
Foolish enterprise
Vagabond,
Angel in exile
- Sui
I have awoken in the middle of winter solstice free to roam this deserted beach in all of my solace.
Burning sand (blood on fire)
I can hear the flames screaming their songs of lewd wisdom!
The bonfire is stoked by fools of easy leisure (inactivity…
LOl, I went to a Tigertail slam twice...every one kept trying to rap so i got inspired to make their faces dirty for riding on each other
I have awoken in the middle of winter solstice free to roam this deserted beach in all of my solace.
Burning sand (blood on fire)
I can hear the flames screaming their songs of lewd wisdom!
The bonfire is stoked by fools of easy leisure (inactivity…
Thank you, you'd be surprised what an enviorment can do to you
Poetry is what ever you want it to be, but Poetry has only one purpose if any at all...
To make us FEEL regardless of what it is
- Sui
Um hello or what not, I'm Sui. I don't think of my self as poet rather simply as some one whose literate. So yeah i hope every one posts some thing here...what ever it may be
What's up peoples? My name is George. I'm a poet like many of you. Always looking for new friends and inspiration. Check out some of my work. And I would love to read or see some of yours. hit me up.
Poetry is what ever you want it to be, but Poetry has only one purpose if any at all...
To make us FEEL regardless of what it is
- Sui
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Nuit del Voyou
I have awoken in the middle of winter solstice free to roam this deserted beach in all of my solace.
Burning sand (blood on fire)
I can hear the flames screaming their songs of lewd wisdom!
The bonfire is stoked by fools of easy leisure (inactivity breeds sterility)
Newborns lie dead next to the funeral pyre
An ode to sadness! (To the Morning yet to cum!)
I wander quietly looking back and staring skyward at a one eyed white flower. The clouds part themselves from the Moon (which oversees spect… Continue
Burning sand (blood on fire)
I can hear the flames screaming their songs of lewd wisdom!
The bonfire is stoked by fools of easy leisure (inactivity breeds sterility)
Newborns lie dead next to the funeral pyre
An ode to sadness! (To the Morning yet to cum!)
I wander quietly looking back and staring skyward at a one eyed white flower. The clouds part themselves from the Moon (which oversees spect… Continue
Posted on December 30, 2009 at 6:27pm —
Jazz Minute
Soft art for a quite mind
The language of Mimes
Steady flowing stream of consciousness
Abstract words
Inspiration to love
Jazz perforates the air
Freedom of sound consumes the world
Slick Moon alley sliding
The Melodic percussion pulls us into the steaming café
Saxophone trains keep passing me by
Window shopping for sonic equality
(Soft note)
Silence dims the city lights
A City of Light and A City of Night
We’ll take the A train;
Glancing from our window seat
Rain soaked luminous colors
Flowe… Continue
The language of Mimes
Steady flowing stream of consciousness
Abstract words
Inspiration to love
Jazz perforates the air
Freedom of sound consumes the world
Slick Moon alley sliding
The Melodic percussion pulls us into the steaming café
Saxophone trains keep passing me by
Window shopping for sonic equality
(Soft note)
Silence dims the city lights
A City of Light and A City of Night
We’ll take the A train;
Glancing from our window seat
Rain soaked luminous colors
Flowe… Continue
Posted on December 6, 2009 at 7:10am —
Drunkard's poem
I'll beat the wind into such a fury you'd swear she is a grieveing bitch after a good trashing when the rain clouds form and I am soaking wet in my own miserable violence
- Sui
- Sui
Posted on December 4, 2009 at 11:53am —
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