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Red Velvet Lust

...A quarter cup of melted butter
Slips quietly into the bowl.
Minuscule amounts speckled my lips
As I scatter in a mouthful of sugar. 

Not the first or last time,
I will create this dish. 
I br...
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Categories: unbaked, faith, grief, hurt, loneliness,
Form: Free verse

The Sorrowful Unbaked Cookie Heart

...and snow dream)tears!Shout   i'm an over/undone heart
    sweet muffin bird-like  feathers tickle me
the streaked glass-water:
 flowers between summer   hearts struck my eyes,
  lips so tenderly ...
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Categories: unbaked, poems,
Form: Free verse



Premium MemberUnicorns

...Unicorns all ages                                                                                           
Under my bed hiding                                                                      ...
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Categories: unbaked, animal, color, fun, magic,
Form: Free verse

The Sorrowful Unbaked Cookie Heart

...and snow dream)tears!Shout
i'm an over/undone heart
    sweet muffin bird-like
feathers tickle me
the streaked glass-water:
 flowers between summer
 hearts struck my eyes,
  lips so tenderly c...
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Categories: unbaked, poems, poetry,
Form: Free verse

Waltzing With the Bees Is Rather Harmonic

...waltzing with bees is very harmonic?
A stereo is not stereotypical as it stands for the legs and when legs stand the standing point of the most important works are created in vast swarms of teas whi...
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Categories: unbaked, adventure, africa, america, animal,
Form: I do not know?



If There Was No Poetry

...if there was no poetry
then what would become
of my fledgling thoughts
unbaked as they are
raw

this mish-mash of words
words 
words
words I’ve barely stirred

i have made them presentable...
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Categories: unbaked, art, inspirational, passion, poetry,
Form: Prose

We Aborted the Lamb and Cursed It To Hell

...We aborted the Christ a long time ago
What with the successive thousands of gentle fetuses strangled.
Stop stop! Why lament? Let not the wind be rankled
By thy silly bleats and unbaked ego.

Thee kil...
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Categories: unbaked, death, funeral, hope, life,
Form: Blank verse

Book: Reflection on the Important Things