Best Pressuring Poems

My muse keeps pestering like a cenobite, 
chewing my brain like a hungry parasite. 
Pressuring the ink to bleed like acid rain,
catharsis to release perpetual pain. 
Hiding poems that live rent free like boarders, 
I'm a shadow slave refusing it's orders. 
This elusive euphoria sounds...

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If I had to paint a picture of me loving God what would I see?
would I see a portrait of a person who walks in truth and honesty?

In order to paint a picture of me loving God 
I would have to access all the experiences...

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The Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence Chapter L.A.

I like to think of [the habit] as a bonfire or a lighthouse, so that light can shine out into places where there are no resources and there isn’t a strong community—Sister Unity
They’re the tricksters of the movement —...

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In the Congolese Jungle three men are training for a mission.
They train to detain and disarm poachers.
They hope this will be the conclusion of their efforts.
They also train for a formidable alternative.
Poachers are opportunistic and have only self interest.
Poaching of an entire species will break...

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You're too fat.
You're too skinny.
You're all the wrong curves.
You're all skin and bones.
The mirror on the wall reflects
Your self-conscious  thoughts shoving
Photoshopped Beauty Queens down your throat,
And in your mind. 
That's why you look at others
And discriminate and envy.
That's why you throw up in the...

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Sometimes, the air is too muggy-
it's hard to catch your breath
you trip as you run up the stairs-
too fast
too much 
too soon

it's life.

It doesn't slow down, 
pause or give you room to breath

Man's construct of time is treacherous-
it eats away at the inevitable-
it rushes you...

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You consider yourself average on a good day,
somewhat pretty on a whimsical day,
and downright atrocious on a bad day.
Your hair can’t decide to be straight or curly.
Your eyes are either luminous or dreary.
Your nose…too big.
Lips…to small.
Nothing looks right at all.
You're too fat.
You're too skinny.
You're all...

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Chapter 3

A real turning point came when her school year resumed
A new boy forced unwanted attention,

Declarations of love! He would follow her home,
With his friends also urging him on her,

Saying, “He’s a great guy you should give him a chance,”
But with recent loss she still...

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Daily Poetry #27, February 24, 2017
Word: Rain

Rain falls and makes a steady beat on the ground,
While lightning makes a bright and flashy entrance,
With thunder following shortly after, asserting itself.
Everywhere on the Earth, a mirror can be found.

When I look down into the puddles, I see...

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Keeping—the Syllable Count
Knowing—How to Rhyme
This – is—What keeps is a—Sonnet
Annoying – Iambic—Line

Constantly – Chiming—and Gushing
Blowing—in Merciless – Gusts
And Yet—Still always reminding
Attend to it—While it lasts

Stemming from – Nature’s Rebellion
Or – Simply—Pressuring Air
Or If it’s Heaven—is Gentle
Just Quietly—Whispering There

Flying and Swimming—in Space
Gliding—with the – Utmost Grace...

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I’ve dug a hole all the way to my inner-self
Beyond the sedimentary sentiment
Past the fossils of my past life
And I’ve finally broke through the hard layer of emotions

I’m sure the treasure I’m seeking is hiding in my sub-terranian subconscious
I just need to know where to...

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If I was your lover, Miss
I would beam at the rise of my hand
To the soreness of nothing on you
And give you warmth in sun and moon
That from the aphelia be heard
To which winds and barks acquiesce 

I would caress your rear and some
For many...

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I really worked so hard
pressuring my brain
trying to find the words
it would take 
although in vein 
But even at my best
I can only score a nine
But, those who came in tenth
make my placement look divine...

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When you said you didn’t love me anymore
I knew it wasn’t you speaking you were coerced 
everyone was intervening like they had done long before

its frozen in my mind I still hear everyone on the phone 
Pressuring you to say goodbye to me 
you were...

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Envelope Couplet
-starsphere-

I’ll walk forward once more, towards the starry night sky, 
Dreamy eyes that have long vanished, letting them die. 
The young thing I was calls to me,
“This isn’t what I was to be.”
Having opened my eyes, I follow what I love and say goodbye;
I’ll...

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