Paroxysmal Poems - Poems about Paroxysmal

...Pariah heap - savagely subjecting myself to humiliation Outward slovenly appearance bespeaks volumes wordsworth their weight in gold (exhumed from the pith of these lovely bones - beclothed wi......

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...luckily for our ambiguous plot structure and the stern requirements of partisan doggerel the ringing coin toss bounced then came up tails and fortune directed that the box be opened gingerly grip......

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...no one saw it coming they never do the phone poles were giving off sparks dogs began to howl birds flocked to the sky A Plymouth hubcap of immense proportions quivered and droned in the air over ......

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...I can feel my waters Stirred breath ready to shed my uncertainty serenity felt at my cerebral knowing the hurricane that is brewing along our tidal banks holding my calm precious ......

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...Paroxysmal passions of preying eyes, Whispering waves upon warming ocean… Harmonies hankering hearts hypnotize, Melodic mists of driving devotion. Yelling and yearning youthful ambi......

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...So she resides within me Deep down I knew it come to this You and I where unfit for this world I still hold her mark when I became a man So diverse from the minions of thy father Now she paved t......

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...I went off into the night again; No one forgives me when I have sinned. I am a paradox Leading The blind to believing. They found me Screaming About the paroxysmal feeling. The voice fell ......

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...I have abandoned all my ships, Just because I see stars. That is when you caught my glimpse. But I should recall That since everything eventually dies, Now, you are just a supernova's ashes. ......

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... Craggy, stone clad, and smooth topped mountains Faceted amethyst, gleaned from the rough, Trillionth cut diamonds, immeasurably Shining with the brilliance of incandescent sun, ......

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...You’re prearranged with all those thoughts of dread, rearranged for a propaganda fret. You are the few, you are the same, and you have been bought. By all who knew just what to say and do, holdin......

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