Creme filled sights

What poetry is this,

when all of the inspiration left with Thalia.

when my sweet sweet lovely Thea walked away.

Yet I danced on my head and lived

with Pandy and Candy.

with their lickity split throngs all of that 7 incher of a lollipop;

Must all of those pornographic description of these lustful fertile idle mind of mine.

Dwell and keep asking for something that I want so much yet I know of

such consequences.

such situational circumstances.

that my mind keep going on a probable cause.

So yah,

what poetry  

is this?

🙉🙉🙅😸😸🎭😭😜🆙☝🆕

©O.a.M

®Artsydhude 97-19

™XENOphagz 

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Cupcake wishes.

Measure me  4 scores of my love encompassed

none for all these.

Age me the memories all those would left me,

what gave me. . .

nothing all the scar inside 

my;

mind,

heart,

soul,

and body.

I will scribe three years of my tragedy,

whom was there not for anyone.

whom were there to remind me of my pride.

whom can and will always acknowledge all that adversity,

became;

courage,

bravado,

resilience

and the will of the life

weilded and welded me as I am.

Among other things,

2 years to the month,

of  a day divides into moments of bliss.

When I and the silly ways of craziness of my dear Bhe-bheng.

Of nights filled kissing the air which upon the bosom and

her mysterious ways, that of my beloved.

What pains me most.

. . measure me the love of my pain.

Where it is the gain not of

the years of tears,

the months of enduring spasms,

the days unending tortured and burnt toasts,

the hours of anguished self inflicted stress,

the minutes where my nights are days 

and every second this mind concieved;

among those whom I do give all.

You always betray me under your breath,

for every word you keep and telling an honest truth.

It is a well known fact, in a day it betrays my thinking.

Because you’re consistency of betrayals and trusting your eye.

I know now,

only of what pain is to me,

It is my parent that loved me.

It is a good lesson,

kept me alive,

protected me from those,

who wanted none but to gain and benefited

Yes,

Pain is and was and shall ever be,

my constant sorrow,

Yes it is 

His Love for me.

©O.a.M

®Artsydhude 97-19

™XENOphagz

Ohh thous’t art thou?

. . . what is poetry when 

I can see nothing but blank walls

on a sheet of a paper.

. . . where is my heart if it beats

nothing but aggression and agitation and

nonstop nonsense that never ends in my mind.

. . . I can loose myself in all music that I can hear;

after an hour or so, I can not hear my life trying to cry all my life

and that miserable years of line never rewinding, only to keep going.

🙉🙉🙉🐌🎭😏🆕☝🆙

©O.a.M

™XENOphagz  2019

. . .

Have I seen you in my silence.

Did you understood my quietness of solitary isolation;

where my definition of all madness:

which resides not in your;

. . fear,

. .doubts,

. .shame

and of guilt.

Please I do beg of my mercy,

forgive me of my aggression do stem from all stress.

For my butt streched all the years of every stress.

©O.a.M

®Artsydhude 97-19

™XENOphagz

Facade

Smile. . .

I pretended and try laugh.

Then,

I adored the cosmetic skin of yours.

Happily. . .

I wanted and loved every bit.

Then, 

No matter how much I was in tormented state,

to hear your voice is the one that saves me each time.

Now,

Any second of my waking hour of the bed at night I get up;

is the only happiest time of my life.

Coz’ at least I am away from you.

💀💀💀🙅😏🎭🆙☝🆕

©O.a.M

™XENOphagz 2019

Toc

Diem libris.

. . .

Index me the age where all of my belongings,

list me all of those cutie-pies I swear,

if had the chance would’ve french my way into their eyes.

Dreams past and gone would have been,

Ambition was not mine to begin.

Love me a line of grey tones to azure skies.

NOW;

my dream of mine is none.

I alone want my beloved light,

of the silliness of hers,

to be there for her:

Always.

😏😗😸😏🆕☝🆙

©O.a.M

®Artsydhude 97-19

™XENOphagz