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Elena De'orio Poem
My soul has been purged
From a world of suffering
As pure as a lotus
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Elena De'orio Poem
Seductive creature
Fangs, whose venomous liquid
Has tortured my blood
Slithering it's way
Into my heart, Biting
On the forbidden fruit
Teasing and tickling
With your taunting serpent tongue
Orgasmic tears flow
My face is flushed as
The serpent laughs at my
Misery; Ha, ha, ha
My skin is pale, but
I can still feel the serpent's
Scales slide upon me
Now it constricts me
Intoxicating, lusting
The taste of my blood
I, slowly fainting
Give into the slithering
Nympho's bite; Pleasured
I lie on my own
Orgasmic waste, as the
Serpent preys another
I pray, the next
Victim seeks pleasure
In the serpent's bite
As I did
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Elena De'orio Poem
Hello, World
I dream to someday
Escape, evade, emerge
from this rock I call
'Home'
To leave those who
are narrow-minded,
intolerant, and ignorant
The beach was never
my backyard
Lying in a hammock,
shaded by palm trees
was never an anamnesis
Nor do I recall
swimming with dolphins
in the crystal blue brine
When I come of age ,
I will getaway
pack my bags in a heartbeat
And before you shed
a tear, remember
that I was never
a part of this island
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Elena De'orio Poem
My eyes refuse to see the night
simply as a Cimmerian shade of day
Not because I am afraid of it...
As a child, you fear going into even
a dimly lit room in your own home
because of the monsters in your
closet or under your bed
As I grew older, I ceased to believe
they lived in such places in my room,
but in the shadows of alleyways or parks
I no longer fear the dark nor the
monsters in my room, but
the monsters which hide in the world outside
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Elena De'orio Poem
A field of grass
converts into a bed of distress
when I glance at the infinite sky
The clouds sailing like
white ships in the ocean
of the heavens
guided by the blow of the universe
I snap a photo of this beauty
with my eyes and I shut them tight
The image is a seed and
my mind is the soil
In the future, when you want
to start a fire again, I will
close my eyes and stare at the sky
My skin will burn and I will melt
My ashes dissipate into the atmosphere
carried by the wind
but my soul will evaporate
into the promised land
with guidance from the Sun
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Elena De'orio Poem
Tedious of ephemeral dreams
I prefer to be in a coma
If my thoughts are where you reside
I shall close my eyes for eternity
My empyreal cerebrations
ostend the painstaking reality
that a body of water
has unlinked us both
Thus far, I have survived
without your company,
which is what keeps me sane,
and secure; That if I were
to cede it, I shall go sightless
And life shall lose it's felicity
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These clouds above my head
Thick, dark, yet weightless
Daily reminders and warnings
that we should always be prepared for the worst
Clouds
You act as an umbrella over the Earth
Shading us from deadly rays
Yet you pour on and dispirit me
The Sun resigns for a while
and clouds take its place
Oh harsh, scorching, sphere of fire
I wait for your return
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Elena De'orio Poem
I have two hands
and stop for no man
I am merciless,
I am cruel
I can pass by in the blink of an eye
Or take a lifetime
My speed is all in a matter
of perspective
I can create life just as fast
as I can take it away
I am wasted as often
as I am well spent
I am time, and I shall never stop.
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Elena De'orio Poem
The city lights
who glimmer like golden
glitter scattered upon a
blanket of darkness
A golden orb which has
blessed the land with
remnants of it's existence
As if the Sun had exploded
leaving a billion shards of
gems illuminating even
the dullest of landscapes
When one's eyes
have engraved such a
beauty in their mind,
they will realize
the celestial bodies
the planets
the night sky
be the Earth's mirror
And the stars are just a
reflection of the city's lights
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