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artbysherryle · 5 months
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My art @artbysherryle
December 2023
Feral and goes after sparrows
Ready to fight and full of might
His nickname is Sprite
And that's his plight
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I imagine spring arrives black dress, thigh boots, satin glove begrudging and disinterested for 𝒫𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓅𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑒 has left her love. I imagine she's kept her habits from the dark depths of hell blowing smoke in the face of daffodil and bluebell. The world opens up with sweetness and glee and she rolls her eyes muttering "yeah... It's me."
— Carolina Outcrop
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inkpug · 2 months
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mycosmicbackyard · 10 months
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Rashberry Whine
There once was a raspberry wine
it’s said that it tasted divine
and made with such humor
that it had a rumor
of seriously crossing the line.
For once you had gotten a taste
you quickly succumbed to a haste,
though savor of beauty
all berry and fruity
you’re forced to be part of a race.
It quickly developed a rash
produced then the centuries smash
a blow with such force
that your screams would be hoarse
while you painted a toilet’s moustache.
There once was a drink with such fame
that Rashberry Whine was its name
though cherished and hated
severly debated
it still is the centuries game
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iloveboysfuck · 24 days
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Love is like my dad.
the more I look for it the harder it is to find
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quadruple-a · 9 months
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Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
I want to be a rotisserie chicken
Just spinning around in an oven all day
No reason to stress and no thoughts in my brain
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euesworld · 1 year
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"You can touch my heart, you can try to touch the moon, you can touch my soul, but if you try to touch my food.. I will kill you."
Hahahaha.. I'm hangry!! - eUë
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dominostodoomsday · 2 months
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Change your life with one simple tweak
Save half and hour
Shit in the shower
I do and I make
$40,000 a week
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formerlyemo · 2 years
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nira-poetryposting · 6 months
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unhelpful hugs
when you say that you're
in pain, my first instinct is
to hug you, but that
probably wouldn't help with
bronchitis in any way
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lolwhatarefeelings · 2 years
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Me after killing a bug
(A haiku):
I apologize
For my reckless ways, but you
Had entered my home.
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rebockey · 9 months
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Even the moon makes
me think of you. Why would you
do this? Sick bastard.
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literary-lesbianism · 10 months
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Tu ha’ ‘l viso più dolce che la sapa,
e passanto vi par sù la lumaca,
tanto ben lustra, e più bel c’una rapa ;
e’ denti bianchi come pastinaca,
in modo tal che invaghiresti ‘l papa ;
e gli occhi del color dell’utriaca ;
e’ cape’ bianchi e biondi più che porri :
ond’io morrò, se tu non mi soccorri.
La tua bellezza par molto più bella
che uomo che dipinto in chiesa sia:
la bocca tua mi par una scarsella
di fagiuo’ piena, sì com’è la mia ;
le ciglia paion tinte alla padella
e torte più c’un arco di Sorìa ;
le gote ha’ rosse e bianche, quando stacci,
come fra cacio fresco e’ rosolacci.
Quand’io ti veggo, in su ciascuna poppa
mi paion duo cocomer in un sacco,
ond’io m’accendo tutto come stoppa,
bench’io sia dalla zappa rotto e stracco.
Pensa : s’avessi ancor la bella coppa,
ti seguirrei fra l’altre me’ c’un bracco :
di che s’i massi [?] aver fussi possibile,
io fare’ oggi qui cose incredibile.
You have a face sweeter than boiled grape juice—
it looks as if a snail had walked across it,
it shines so much—and prettier than a turnip;
and teeth as white as parsnips,
so much so that you could entice the Pope;
and eyes the color of a medicinal brew;
and hair whiter and blonder than a leek;
so that I’ll die, if you give me no relief.
Your beauty seems much more beautiful to me
than any man that’s painted in the church;
your mouth, it seems to me, is like a sack
filled up with beans, just like my own is;
your eyebrows seem tinted from the frying pan,
and curved more sharply than a Syrian bow;
your cheeks, when you sift flour, get red and white
like poppies in fresh cheese.
When I look down upon each of your breasts,
they look like two watermelons in a bag,
so that I’m set on fire just like tow
even though I’m worn and broken by the hoe.
Just think: if I still had the cup of beauty,
I’d follow you through the other girls like a hound;
so too, if getting blocks of stone were possible,
I would make incredible things here today.
— Michelangelo
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mysteriouslyjollyheart · 10 months
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I really need a laugh
How about a pink giraffe?
Wash yourself up
In a jello bath.
Take away
The need for math.
All your enemies
Get an itchy rash.
A stranger gives you
Some good ole cash.
Your peeping neighbor
Suddenly gets whiplash.
Your household is
Complete with staff.
You notify your boss
You're giving him the shaft.
You wanted a dog
You received a calf.
Everywhere you go
Where's the staff?
They've recruited your cat
In the draft.
You went fishing
With a hole in your raft.
You like dots
But you wore plaid.
You thought computers
Were just a passing fad.
Just plumb silly
I sure hope you laughed.
Love, Amy
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albertsemple · 2 years
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I crack myself up and that's what matters
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