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Bi World Bi World

Here on my world
stuck to my sacred body
alone on my profane room

I remember the creation of the world
and how it all began

as Eve

I release myself of false suffering
gaining awareness of the use of my body
and give wings to my sexual imagination

In the silence of my thoughts
delicious carnal thoughts

Delicious thoughts of a creative mind
that never ceases!

I choose the human specimen
more pleasing to my eyes
more pleasing to my desires...

Which it gives more feed to my starving mouth.
Which it gives more sense to my erotic life.

Male or female...does matter...

I'm human too and free of definitions or titles

SkinBi World in Free Verse
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unhealthy relationships in Free Verse
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Better than Me Passion is the reason we fail to fight back tears
Relapsing in our anguish, so not to feel what we fear
Fear; no more... Love is an undying entity
Hold on; what for? You'll soon find somebody better than meBetter than Me in Free Verse
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Strategy The absolute best thing to have in warfare. (Or any other clash.)
Numbers don't necessarily matter,
technology, nice to have but
not completely needed.

Positioning,
tactics,
communication,
supplies...
strategy.

At it's best
when the enemy
doesn't know what the hell
is going on.Strategy in Free Verse
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War Games I cannot wait
until next year.
I cannot wait...

A child's mind
with child's eyes
and an infant heart
too old to cry

With yellowed skin
and stone-blue lines;
a parchment pen
and a heard that whines,

And broken limbs,
a shattered  face
direct to cut,
but leave no trace.

An explosion rocked
your fragile form.
The fallout hit
and left you torn.

An empty heart
with an empty gaze,
the anger fills,
but the mind is dazed.

A loss of heart,
but no loss of hope,
and sweetheart,
you don't need that twisted rope.

Child with a grown-up face,
heart-sick in this empty place
I know you know I hold you dear,
and yes, Love, things War Games in Free Verse
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What I Just Said My fingers will trace the truth on the back of your shirt
If only you let me…again.
It means almost something to you,
And something undeniably strange and foreign to me.

If I were the one to usually do the taking,
Then I'd let you fulfill that this time around.
Let's say I am an ocean, with infinite waves.
Throwing seaglass and driftwood at you is my way of saying

 "you are special. You are one of a kind.
 If you belonged to me, I'd slide away,
 Again and again."

I trace these speeches in sea foam bubbles, forming a tide over your shoulders.
They leave you hermit crab bites and jellyfish stings.
When I remove my saltwWhat I Just Said in Free Verse
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Bugs It was farther than simplicity
could explain.
Robin's egg blue, contrasting eyes
in hurricanes of fury, pouring down
with summer monsoons.
It was anger and it consumed
me, trapped in a box of fire that
burned down with my desires.
I was freed, though burnt and hideous.
But I could see the world you
always claimed was fake,
the one you told me was much worse
than this small room of dust mud.
Eyelids once sewn were cut by flames,
and my eyes opened despite heat's shrug.
I could make a decision for myself and I chose,
perhaps the hard way, perhaps the smart way,
to leave behind simplicity for what cannot be explained.
I chose tBugs in Free Verse
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Capable Capable

                                                    Sometimes I think we are able,
                                                       Of doing more than we are capable.

                                                               Believing the unexplainable.
                                                  Achieving the unobtainable.
                                                   Understanding the unspeakable.
                                                                  Admiring the unsuitable.
                                                                    Depending on the unreliable.
             Capable in Free Verse
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Theme Prompt - Heaven Falling, drowning in your eyes
The happiest way I could go.
Your smile catches and carries
Me away on the tides of joy.

Your voice is a soothing bell
Pulling me back from the edge.
Your arms wrapped around me
A balm on the burns of the past.

You've become my future, my heaven
For all the little things, and big.
You've kept me sane, you've kept me close
And for that, I love you even more.Theme Prompt - Heaven in Free Verse
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Why am I falling? The day
when I decided
to clip my wings
and let myself fall,
flightless,
through the air, was the
day
I decided to
let it all go. I was
falling
anyway, why not?
All those thoughts
I'd once had about
school, love, friends, music...
gone,
erased, eliminated, destroyed.
Does any of it matter?
No.
what mattered was my mind
that had wandered away for some time.
I let my guard down and it slipped away.
Now i'm falling faster than I've
flown.
I let my past
go.
it drifted out so easily once i unlocked the safe.
Safe,
that's what i wanted to be...
Wait, where am i?
What's happening to me?
How did I get here?
Why am IWhy am I falling? in Free Verse
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Shinning Star Oh shinning star,
Oh holy star.

With pure lights and glorious.

With easing glimspe of dreams that carry
onto the heart that one day dreams will come
to be and come close with full joy.

As time comes and comes closer for hours
that we believe the dreams of all.

What I can open my heart to see something
that has come and claim what belongs to me.Shinning Star in Free Verse
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Roll the Color To the girl sitting in the nondescript office with a roll of unused color film in her pocket,
who looks on everyone else's golden days as if they were any more real than hers now,
who attaches religious significance to photographs and dusty memorabilia and artifacts of bygone
ages when (at least for cameras) people stood only posing for that moment--
who believes that even now everyone else is living and shedding each golden breath on rolling film,
while She Herself is caught in the crosshairs of a broken cheap tourist-stop cracked lens camera,
life is grey even if she has a roll of color film and,
at least, isn't colorblind.

She isn'Roll the Color in Free Verse
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365 challenge- 23 They sit and laugh in heaven
Because it is better than crying in hell
And better than living on Earth

It is very strange there
All perfection and glory
So boring and dull!

It is very dark there
All fire and pain
But a lot more interesting than heaven

It is plain and normal
All life and living
But the only place to be!365 challenge- 23 in Free Verse
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Metamorphosis A flurry of snowflakes cradled by the frozen air;
Magnificent, they fall to the ground like flower petals in a storm.

Faceless, melting, vanishing,
As the streets become crowded
And we avoid even the slightest touch. Metamorphosis in Free Verse
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I can change Overextending for the chance
I'm internally enhanced
Ready for another run among the herd

Taking a breath before the leap
I may still be just a creep
But at least I know my heart is still a nerd

Open to a new experience
Sorry if I don't make sense
It's just the way my brain has always worked

Optional clothing is a must
To all of those that have the bust
See, there I go again being a jerk :)I can change in Free Verse
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Darkness As years pass buildings crumble

As months pass men grow

As weeks pass minds change

As minutes pass people think

As seconds pass darkness is liftedDarkness in Free Verse
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Happiness Happiness
Crisp wind, flowers essence and a cool breeze.
Smiling faces, happy people with happy lives.
Velvet flower petals, slick grass and tall pine trees.
Birds chirping, dogs barking and wild bunnies frolicing.
Happy thoughts, a clear head and a happy heart.
What more do I need? (:Happiness in Free Verse
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Paglia e cemento Mi sbrodolo addosso di quanto ami gli animali,
le foglie, i ruscelli…
Fanculo!
Perché continuo a riempire la mia casa
di porcellane?
Guardati:
Mi è rimasta una chiazza d'olio fritto
tra il naso e quella bocca-parlamento

"Forse non te ne accorgi
ma anche mentre scrivi vomiti cemento"

E, invece, tu
dimmi:

Ti sei mai ritrovata
da sola
qualche notte
fra i boschi?
C'è come una forza acquattata fra le tenebre
che vorrebbe spazzarci via tutti.
Un cagna furiosa,
l'utero in fiamme,
respira affannosamente
arroccata nel buio.

Il mio corpo è un filo di paglia sotto la luna.Paglia e cemento in Free Verse
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A Sneeze Sometimes, I think, that when you write and perform,
You do it all in one take.
In my head, I imagine you coughing into your hand
And then touching a blank sheet of paper
and then
Suddenly
it's filled with words,
Words that actually mean something.
It's as if they escaped from some strange part of you.
It's that gorgeous part of you that only comes out in poetry and
Long rants about things that mean
Pretty much…
Nothing to me.
Yet,
the passion grabs me by the shoulders
And it pulls me tight against you, and
It throws my head against your chest so that I hear the steady,
True, beating, blaring, pulsing
Rhythm…
OfA Sneeze in Free Verse
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Soft Hands Soft hands
And the air I push from my lips
In the daylight, almost evening, back
Then so dark
That your eyes seem feline.
They gleam,
Shine, while a murmur behind us,
Around us
Pulses.
You are in the tapping
Of these lettered keys.
You are in every one-word response.
The confidence I acquire on my toes
Turns to lacking when I am curled,
Knees bent against a desk,
Sighs escaping me,
And I'm racing my breath.
It's winning.

Grasp at nerves
Wiggling, gripping
Static, electric, sprinting messengers.
You are a door I lean against
When the energy,
Energy,
Energy,
Leaves me.
Warm like a pet
Sleeping upon your chest.
WorSoft Hands in Free Verse
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Old Unreliable the image of your eyes is still singeing my mind
and the feeling of the fabric of your lapels
as I pull them towards me
seems to linger on my fingertips.
You remain like an essence misting about me but
sometimes, memory does not suffice.
sometimes memory shatters all the hope
of that moment
ever recurring.
and memory isn't even reliable, so
how am I to know if I
imagined you
leaning forward again, again...
was that real?
How am I to know if you knew what you were doing,
if you lied,
if you hated every second...
yet your light hearted mockery
of our great height difference
and the way you grasped my hands
in the dark,
Old Unreliable in Free Verse
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sin hacer caso ya no hay platicas sin quejas
susurro en la almohada

supongo que esta desilucionada de mi
murmullo en mi mano

me quedo callada sin pleito
grito sola

con un mal genio
palabras picadassin hacer caso in Free Verse
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A Perfectionist's Words Do you honestly think I am blind to my irrationality,
After living with it for fifteen years?
I can see I should be happy.
But I can't fake satisfaction,
Any more than you can force happiness upon yourself.

'You are a perfectionist.'
Don't whisper like it is some great secret,
Some sin left unrepented.
Shout it, as I do - 
I AM A PERFECTIONIST.
It is a part of me.
Not one I often like, admittedly,
But it belongs.

So let me feel bad.
Let me look at my 'good' work
And allow me to be disappointed in myself when I see it,
Because I expect better.
In my heart I expect perfection,
And rationality takes that goal down very litA Perfectionist's Words in Free Verse
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Soirees mondaines I

Reprends donc un doliprane.
Élans footballistiques
Exhibitionnistes cyniques
Mais la vodka, ça aide.
Laque à cheveux, aéroplanes
Entre deux beer showers : intermède.

L'occasion, inespérée, la fuite
Un ego désespéré, fortuite
Cette invitation : l'acquiescement, maudit
Estomac serré ce soir, un samedi.

Sur ce balcon exiguë, je me suis enfermée,
Les autres puent l'alcool, mon esprit tuméfié
M'a dit : pour tout ami, cette feuille de papier.
Dans le noir je l'écris, un avion est passé
Si c'est donc ça la vie, souhaitais-je l'assumer ?
Dans cSoirees mondaines in Free Verse
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