Deluxe Poems - Poems about Deluxe

baby have you seen? the big clock on the street have you seen my smile like happy when i talk about london i only want london is my life i want to be there to have a good life kit conner gonna be my husband might have his child but all i know is london i only want i wanted to write page there escapism from our toxic house who...

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why you have to hate our youth age specifically our loving sisters you should know that we're born from these incredibles women that would heal why you need to be crucial why to be dishonest from your point of you you are a misogynist you never liked women then you should marry a man still you hate this idea then what you want? i know you want them to control and play...

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tell me that you were never mine when i was chasing you behind i never was lucky in love i hide it from people they don't seem to like it anyway i thought loving someone from abroad might change me and it did by making me confused anyway so i tried omegle like others to find love but find naked people uncle , daddies what a scene disgust with rusty...

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i needed to step where i could fall my life is just misery i don't want to crawl missed it too much i needed to live where i can face people who're not innocent maybe it's him he can change but can he? maybe it's her she wanted me to die maybe? all of my muses lost in the blank pages thanks to taylor swift who saved me from jumping needed something in...

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People have command over me, They can reach on novelty whatever they say. I might get hurt a little, cause my love, They declared it's sin. Happen to be the alchemist who found dead bodies, Should I be counted in them too? Cause I think you hate me, Making me as a person wrong, Even...

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I'll gather my fears into a box, I'll face my monsters, I'll script my day even though dawn has gone ahead, I'll come out of the shadows of gloom, I'll permute my thoughts in the tranquil night. I'll push my fears out of a box, I'll run from my monsters, I'll let my day write itself as long as twilight has...

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Deluxe sat in the crow’s nest playing the accordion all day. Her father had been lost at sea, his memory was fading away. Crew waited orders, for she now Captain Deluxe McVey. She played a morose melody, dreaming of a better day. You have to give us something to do, her first mate finally said. Your father might...

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My dear If you meet me Halfway You will soon meet Me at my finest listless Slow like a worm A total birdbrain Pardon, pardon My dear These were My silent acclaim Reiterate your word Reiterate your action But mind's constant motion ... ... ... Could you imagine me How distressing 'tis I know, I know You'll mock Such idiotism I know, I know My thoughtless behavior Enraged you You...

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There you are you’re sitting down feet planted firmly on the ground staring at a blank screen wrists held just so, your anxiously poised ready to go writing all that you have inside your blinking liquorice windows All you are hearing is white noise fingers tap tap tapping away your travelling solo Capricorn north of the Equator You’re no Miller and she’s an...

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Dear faithful diary Dawn beautiful and pink Dazzling early sunrise Deference in silence Describing with the soul Deserves admiration Deep ... deeper part of me 29/08 2016 Sun :) - A-L Andresen :) http://www.howmanysyllables.com Each line has only 6 syllables (poem in the Pleiades form)...

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Christmas party as spirits flow, Booze flows easy in happy glow. Short after short of liquor fine, Some high now sought as whiskey signs. Feel the warm flush of booze and buzz, That sudden rush of strokes that flush. All in good time the rise of pulse, Liquor sets mime of strong impulse. Whiskey oak poise in textures smooth, A profound choice now primes...

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She's dreaded Her presence unpleasant Thoughts twisted like the locks on her head She's deranged Her brutal essence had victims beheaded She's insane, make it stop, put an end to fools like black dots Hands down, ink deceased, lyrical suicide on a maximum level that's Self-inflicted genocide Her dreaded obsession to oppress with lyrical suppression The sight of her Twisted first impressions Her undying will...

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