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The Curse of Affection
By: E-Shark47

You!
You whose hatred boils within
Like the flame of 1000 cauldrons
Upon your head I put a curse
The curse of love and affection
Your hatred is your greatest sin
Upon your head the love does pour
Within your heart kindness absorbs
And now your body has lost control
You feel the need to spread the love
A love that comes from up above
And you cannot be reimbursed
You're filled to overflowing
You're practically glowing
You're ready to begin life anew
Your hatred has been replaced
A smile is stamped upon your face
Your soul has been purged
Of hatred's scourge
You have no choice
The love is in your voice
You...have changed


Now the cry for help which it vaguely inspired.

Arthur Brown, You're To Blame.

Pyramid-eye! High-five!
My morality drive!

In the primal recesses of Bell, Book, and Candle,
I studied the secrets of Xera from time long before
monkey-suit was ever known. And I obtained my degree in

Out-Of-Africa-Darkness! Poe-Phibian-ology!
Purchased silken robes from Lovecraft...
To the tune of Xera's melted inward orange candle...
Such spell-firing was never known--don't tell the students
that such exotic practices are legitimate channeling...

Craft-bead branding! Withdrawing from dance classes!
Overabundance of fairy cakes in such manly arts as figure-skating
serving to distract efforts of scoring every numerically normal Tarot trollop.
Stage two of the ascension...buying every record produced by "Southern Death Cult"
..having custom-made UFO cuff-links, one set for each workday
..and soon you'll be ready for Season Three of Black Cat Possession!
Thus begins the green-eyed journey, a metaphor for Life's academically sanctioned and
certified gypsy-jiggle embrace.
Probably Zero
alterdayshift
The DREGS dammit jeez.

stare


Amen, sister.
Saint Fu
eek
Saint Fu
Phoenix Fire Star
A rosebud left lying…
==============
Once connect to a strong rigid bush
A rosebud once lived
Representing the beauty of things to come
Thriving and growing
Just like my awe adjoining you

My breaths become sharper
Whenever I see your face
That wonderful face.
Among eyes saturated in radiant jade
And a willful brow signifying your strength from within
A strength that attracted my resilient curiosity

Others questioned,
Can you really love what never was?
I ask myself, can this truly be some silly illusion?
I experience it every day.
This feeling inside,
That takes over the senses.
Smells don’t trigger the same responses.
Touches don’t blister the nerves
And sight can very well be in black and white

He’s the roses to the morning
The softest hand my skin requests
And the brightest emeralds I’ve ever come across
I crave his affection
His seldom attention
But he's slowly disappearing

Soon to depart from my life.
His presence kept the dream alive
His voice lulled me back into 'our' world
Of playful passion
His charm and aura
Manifested a story not yet penned
Of two perfectly attuned souls

But I must let go of this idea
Open eyes, open
Breathe in today’s air
For it’s the only thing definite here
What can be felt, and held and pulled close against me
And unfortunately,
it’s not him

Inside, I harbor this affection for you
Don’t ever mistake it for anything less
But I yearn for a you that will feel as I do
And until that day, which I know may never come,
Whatever we're not will stay just as so
An idea not fully thought out
A rosebud left lying…. on the cold, hard ground .
Onion
...WELL?!
AND NOW

A MERE THREE YEARS LATER

OUR STORY CONTINUES

you were beautiful so i was beautiful so you were beautiful
based on A rosebud left lying... by Phoenix Fire Star

the same colors shifted across a wide lawn
and peeled dawns off softer mornings and threaded
their own thin locks, tricked me up into this room
where i waste by windows, grow drunk behind doors




Phoenix Fire Star
A rosebud left lying…
==============
Once connect to a strong rigid bush
A rosebud once lived
Representing the beauty of things to come
Thriving and growing
Just like my awe adjoining you

My breaths become sharper
Whenever I see your face
That wonderful face.
Among eyes saturated in radiant jade
And a willful brow signifying your strength from within
A strength that attracted my resilient curiosity

Others questioned,
Can you really love what never was?
I ask myself, can this truly be some silly illusion?
I experience it every day.
This feeling inside,
That takes over the senses.
Smells don’t trigger the same responses.
Touches don’t blister the nerves
And sight can very well be in black and white

He’s the roses to the morning
The softest hand my skin requests
And the brightest emeralds I’ve ever come across
I crave his affection
His seldom attention
But he's slowly disappearing

Soon to depart from my life.
His presence kept the dream alive
His voice lulled me back into 'our' world
Of playful passion
His charm and aura
Manifested a story not yet penned
Of two perfectly attuned souls

But I must let go of this idea
Open eyes, open
Breathe in today’s air
For it’s the only thing definite here
What can be felt, and held and pulled close against me
And unfortunately,
it’s not him

Inside, I harbor this affection for you
Don’t ever mistake it for anything less
But I yearn for a you that will feel as I do
And until that day, which I know may never come,
Whatever we're not will stay just as so
An idea not fully thought out
A rosebud left lying…. on the cold, hard ground .
girl

EmOaLeCcC
Everything's crashing down around me
The walls are closing in
I'm drowning in the ocean
The unforgiven sin
Dark red lines
Slashed across my skin
All I've ever done
And all I've ever been
I don't know what to do
The world starts to spin
I'm just sitting here waiting
For my final death to begin


you have no faith in medicine

talk2hand
Another plug for my poetry contest, which rewards OP/L editing! Go to!
Reyah Fei
Whining over a broken nail like a b***h
When others don’t cry when they get a stitch
Gossiping about people you don’t even know
Your face and clothes are just for show
Attention whore.

Stopping at every mirror to fix your hair
To say you’re shallow I don’t even dare
You’re selfish and you’re self-absorbed
You mock people when you’re bored,
Attention whore.

Nobody should want to be your friend
Yet they all bow and kiss your “holy” hand
I personally don’t know what to do
You’re just a b***h, you know it too,
Attention whore.

You laugh at people just like me
Who have a personality
But see, I just don’t give a ********
To me you’re just an ugly duck
Attention whore.


for more of these "charming" poems: http://saidthedreamer.blogspot.com/

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