Best Suffocatingly Poems

Atheistic beneficent credo,
dogmatically evokes fundamental
gnostic humanistic invocations,
joyously kickstarting literary

métier, native oeuvre
pulsating quintessentially,
rudimentary schema
traversing utilitarian vectors,
winsomely xing yore zen.
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He knocks my door wants my company to prayers park was was near to us. 
We stepped out seeing thorns of different colors but from same source around us. 
Suffocatingly we advance steps on bloody streets and hist atmosphere around us. 
Worshipers were pierced by...

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I quietly wait in the Silent Room...
It`s suffocatingly dark...
Strange melodies arise and arouse...
Only to be known by me...
As the darkness tries to envelope me...
Music is a barrier of light...
Choking out all darkness trying to seep in...
Protecting its child...
Music is a third family...
Sometimes comforting...
Sometimes awkward...
Always there,...

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Words
Are not sufficient to express
The devastation waves that crashes
Into a dead wish

Exhaustion
Engulf the body of cocooning tiredness
To sprawl upon hard cold surfaces
Reimagine arms around

Cognizane
The lack thereof 
Or rather the insufficient energy
Of helplessness wailing

Heat
The boilover pits of Dante's Inferno
Trickling forlorn perspire
Puff of hot breaths suffocatingly pants

Numb
Glazed...

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When I do it I love me
When I don't I hate me

I am beautiful lying upon my bed
Open like a flower
But I'm dirty
And I won't reach heaven
How did I go bad?
Why did I go bad? 

My curves resemble a goddess
Painted in watercolor
Worthy of museum
Then I’m...

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Having been so long untouched,
I’d become a child beyond touch
and unclean.

So, when suffocatingly
roused from a nightmare of death
to unbreathable silence
in an oxygen tent, I cried

afraid of dying alone.

From somewhere
        (outside of all darkness)
you appeared
	(starched-pinafored and perfumed
	 a student...

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Too Much to Handle**

These days, I find myself captivated by TikTok, spending hours scrolling through its endless stream of content, even more than I indulge in writing my poetry. Ouch! It feels like a betrayal to my creative spirit. My body is not merely flesh...

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I fear the woeful howling in the night
When the sky is dark, and I am lonely,
I close the shades to shut out the light
For all around me seems ugly, homely.

When the sky is dark, and I am lonely
I am suffocatingly wrapped up in myself,
For all...

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