~A-R-Glasgow
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We Drink WellbutrinPoetry is our beloved language. A literal compulsive regurgitation.We Drink Wellbutrin
A mindful irritating interpretation.
A lifelong education wrote in turn.
This interview with the dirty mirror can do naught but bleed the truth
through the eyes of the exquisites whose souls with poesy do burn.
Fanciful dreams and liquid streams
brought forth and grown languid
in the subtle imagined conscious
of those damaged souls oft spurned.
Can you burn in the bleak night,
frightened by the milky dawn?
Forget the day and come to play with me in forests o
by ~A-R-Glasgow
CandyI watched you through the dirty window And listened to what you had to say I loved you then my darling And I felt no need to prayCandy
And when I just kissed your lips I felt the world stop its turn I love you always darling My heart will always burn
And when I last held your hand firm And lay in your precious arms I am loving you my darling A prisoner of your charms
My lover I miss your eyes And the sheen on your skin I am in love with you my darling Let my life with you begin
My lover I miss your smile And the warmth
by ~A-R-Glasgow
DevastatedPeeking around a cumulous corner And radiating in glowing beauty The visage and carapace of love Sun kissed face in a field of daisesDevastated
Your glowing hair caught in a breeze Furiously flying in mute astral agony Sinks my eyes deep in vino di vici Sun kissed lips in a field of daises
I watch you float through these lines My arms and chest ache for embrace Warmed by your eyes and solemn smile Sun kissed cheeks in a field of daises
Quickly, think about the nature of urgency The furious flames engulfing my ardour I am being burned by the fires I
by ~A-R-Glasgow
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Mouth to MouthThe Mason-Dixie line measures my waist. The inches add on—it’s the baby of defeat. Because sometime in my little death, I surrendered to your breath. Your mouth to mouth spelled out anonymity from the crowd and I welcomed the isolation, because all the loving arms were taken.Mouth to Mouth
The vessels in my eyes have ruptured. Must have happened long ago, before I realized you’re voice was fading out, and that you’d learned too much from Jack the Ripper after all. I knew the music was sharp from my own lips— discordant, wandering, crowing in
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Thus does the necessary angel of the poetic, arrive to save the angel of history, from dying of melancholy in a suffocating world of ruins.
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Now that's just RUDE!
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Thus does the necessary angel of the poetic, arrive to save the angel of history, from dying of melancholy in a suffocating world of ruins.
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In this Chaos and burning I find a way to release, these are my words, these words set me free, This is my breath of life, this is me, in my free colored and spirited world of poetry.
Jeannie
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Now that's just RUDE!
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Don't think cause I understand, I care.
Don't think cause I'm talkin, we're friends.
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Thus does the necessary angel of the poetic, arrive to save the angel of history, from dying of melancholy in a suffocating world of ruins.
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Anybody who is any good, is different from everybody else!
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