A collection of poetry I have wrote at different stages.
Misconceptions Of Pure And Tainted by British-Prophetess, literature
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Misconceptions Of Pure And Tainted
i.In this heavenly world
They proclaim me as a saint;
Embodying all that is holy
In which I find unearthly
Beauty among silken clouds.It goes without saying
I'm revered as a winner -
A colossal champion and
It's because of these reasons...I cripple the poor man's back,
I entangle the naive with deceit.
But most of all I keep what is
Mine when I usurp possessions.ii.In this hellish cesspool,
I am known as a shameless sinner;
Inheriting most undesirable traits
That bears millions of scars
Due to my fascination with fire.All my life I've been told
I'll never amount to anything -
A loser, a master of failure -
Because of the things I do...I he...
How Do I Declare My Feelings? by British-Prophetess, literature
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How Do I Declare My Feelings?
The way your body crushes
Against me so intimately -
Chest to chest, groin to groin -
Makes me feel so giddy; it's like
I'm relearning how to breathe.It feels like I'm suffocating
When at the same time I'm not; all
These sensations, marvelous and
Exciting, sends me into shock;
I dance upon invisible electricity.This is my personal definition of
The phrase passionate living. This is a mere tribute that greatly
Celebrates the wonder of the cosmos.But most of all...
This is my declaration, one that is
Born from genuine heartfelt words.I owe it all to you, my other half.
Encounter With Death's Mistress by British-Prophetess, literature
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Encounter With Death's Mistress
I float across the
Misty shoreline; an
Ethereal glow as my light.
It wasn't before long
Did I spy upon a handsome
Young soldier sprawled
On a crimson tattered cape.Even on the verge of death
He gathered the remainder
Of his strength, flashing
A weak smile my way before
Using his voice; I had to lean
Forward, my ears prickling,
To hear out his strained words."What is your name, blessed angel?"To which, I bowed my head low
And kissed his blue tinted lips;
My breath tickled the gentle
Shell of his ear, whispering this:"I am the mistress of Death."It was too late though -
He closed his hazel eyes for the
Last time, never hearing me.And so in t...
High Ropes And Safety Nets by British-Prophetess, literature
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High Ropes And Safety Nets
Boundaries are like what
A curved blade is to a samurai;
Designed to protect, never
Used a threat unless one is
Provoked to defend safely.I never want to be vulnerable;
You never know that a so-called
Friend or a lover who obtains the
Keys to your heart will drag the
Rug underneath from uneven footing.I use invisible tightropes to my
Advantage but this is no circus act.
I'm not a trapeze artist - I tend not
To hastily rush, why go foolishly fast
When I can approach with caution?