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Embesiled by lust We lay drooling While life sooths us to our doom Like a mamaid's fragile fingers Caressing your bare tighs Only to lead you to the depth Leaving you to a fatal fate

Clear clouds overhead But Troubling thoughts crowds my mind Fear my only friend

I eat it Nothing is as much sweet I drink it Nothing has ever tasted like it Not even the finest of wines I inhale it Nothing sustains like it The purest form of oxygen. I surf on it Unimagined beauty Not even the biggest tide I fly on it Higher than any pair if wings can take you No even those of an eagle I puke it And I lick all of it It taste as fresh as from the oven. Nothing compares to poetry Ask every poet He/she will tell you same.

With a quill over paper For muse, we are excavators We pour out our hearts So joy, love, peace to impart To hold a torch over emotional darkness To fill each others hollowness Its for the love we write When we write We are called poets A name fitting and right But your theft just says you are mentally poor Reducing you further to a mere thief And nothing close to a P Not to talk of a poet. The moon is not a thing you can steal Trust me its pure folly That's a dumb idea to conceive Posting others' poems Posting like a poet? Like seriously How does that sound to 'your' hearing? DUMB Even so, to even dare, you must be too dumb to realize its dumb To acknowledge is not so hard Its just adding one more line on your pad I want to deceive myself that you are not too dumb to know that If you didn't know, now you do. PS: You could post my poem That does not make you a poet It just makes you a thief Suffice it to say, the worst kind Without robb

I meant to pen a happy poem But somehow, ended up with this same old song Heart in shreds Dry tears shed Overran with a fresh fload as I awake Been too broken to, again, break But, that's just a thought, I still break anyways. Does the sun still smile? This gloom has lasted too long a time Does the stars still twinkle? No equation is, again, simple Do we still know beauty? Everything is gone dark and ugly We must all be a broken people Weeping last only for the night Morning is going to bring a new reason to smile Though the night may seem to have lasted too long Surely there is always a new song We could either wait or Create our own options, which are most often wrong. I am broken You are broken We all are broken But if we treat the threads as a whole dress Not as single individual threads Then we are on the way to redress No more broken me Nor broken you Just a healed and mended people.

The wrongs we have shelfed Growing retrogressively Strayed far, home's long lost

Its like playing a beautiful song Accidentally striking the wrong cord It throws the beauty thereof off Fumbling your way back to the right one Distorted sequence Flaws summons Welcome to realisation of imperfection Either admit it Or cloth it Elephant attest the thickness of my skin My rib cage Holds a shield to my heart Shoulders dropped My shirt drooling off Trying to pack me back in shape But your words cuts me further into shreds So I try to conceal my sins Like pruning over a mispainted canvas Suit and tie, a gentle man Our true self in remand Like wearing a girdle over a protruding stomach