Velvet

I once slipped into the night.

And the night felt so right.

Velvet curtains, shutters bright.

With hidden pleasures from my sight.

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Velvet sheets, simplicity.

As fingers march towards ecstasy.

Come say my name, sit next to me.

Or better yet… on top of me.

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-Opinionated Man

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Comma

I came upon a comma, and kicked it to the curb.

No time for apostrophes, let’s find some more verbs.

I once stabbed a question mark, and heard an exclamation.

Watched it bleed three periods, I felt a sense of satisfaction.

-OM

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Pain Born Tears

Pain born tears never die.

Instead they slowly seep inside.

Watering hidden graves within.

Waking sleeping demons again.

At night they come out to play.

Upon a field of tears that stay.

When does sadness finally die?

When tears stop falling from waking eye.

Accepting pain for what it is.

A crutch of life that I miss.

Jason

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Silly

I could shine a light into the night.

But why would I want to see the night?

Even when I close my eyes it’s not right.

The dreams. The night terrors. It’s never right.

I could run a mile but never gain an inch.

Just an inch. Half an inch.

I’ll take what I can get.

-OM

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Personal

I sat upon the ledge of tomorrow.

And watched yesterday run away.

No wave for parting sorrow.

Just another today.

I look down between my feet.

Deep down inside of me.

Past the sight of you and me.

And all my other fallen dreams.

-OM

@smokendust

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