Textural Poems - Poems about Textural

...Atmospheric Elocutions For Surviving Armageddon Elocution lessons for the morality police Persecution of those not callously elite Convolution of the elongation of the technique Revolution f......

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...I’m in the residential dining hall with my suitemates Lisa and Sunny. We’re talking about sausages. Why? Because April 30th is ‘National Sausage day.” Someone mentioned that when I complained abo......

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...The rocks were warm, hard, embers of the summer day sun. The air was calm, balmy, thick and syrupy. The sea a mirror, shimmering with gentle sky sparkles and glints. The girl entered the scene ......

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...The wind whirls Around the trees To gather their foliage Around their base. Brown and red With remnants of summer In a sprinkle of green. I feel a sudden Rush of ecstasy Jumping in a pile......

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...By Buffs and shrugs experts revive the dead detect means of two worlds how spread they call the being extraterrestrial living looking for water in space with misgiving Depict art sign's forme......

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...I am the harrowed whore who has your heart beat humming I've got you all strung up, harassed, helpless, and hopelessly horny Tied up and tormented, teased, playing between pleasure and pain Som......

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...Bubble-Itch By Odin Roark Like a wheel of endless births Our personal bubble rolls and undulates From first breath to death Through meditations of desire Shopping malls and jails Farms Ca......

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...Floating freely on the divine wind blowing from within a cosmic jack in the box unleashed from it's human tin my mind shed the constrictions of mortal flesh and skin as a journey through consciousnes......

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...Running cracks of lead flaked paint, spiders across the front door like a grandfather's forehead. Its hinges squeal from years of inattention and forgotten maintenance Floor boards moan a song of......

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...she was incandesed with rage and began calling us out our names BUTTON-DOWN POOT ......

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