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Self Cleansing


Self-Cleansing Bright lights within dark nights, I touched myself trying to feel me Or who I was, deep within me Pumping… going harder… Curiosity taking… over me, longer within my soul to my feet I was feeling a breeze and a picture of the sea showed me That I could love me… mentally Sounds of wind whisping my thighs As they clap together… To beautiful things … meshed together.. Harmoniously conjoined, peaceful loves Held by the walking birds whose feet clasped together When making love…. And soon within my moment I started to imagine What silence looks like… My eyes widened to the specs of stars that circled my vision And I was soon the stars, as one as I meditated outside Of my body onto thin air or… Space of nothingness, Matter touches my soul And I am nothing, but I am everything, Coming close… to this unbroken skin of mine, But yet I felt penetrated. Upon the cold yet steamy mist that has my body shake While I stare at …ME.. The alarm sets off and my soul jumped back, this time I looked back The daybreak is arising and soon despising will be my main flaw, Characterized by rubber ducks so yellow, they burn And the childish color of happy thoughts And unspoken struggles repeatedly rubs my skin…. Or was that me? I was beginning to hate me But how could I hate me when I was everything. My inner complex often had this alien feeling the mess of things, When often perfect appearance strike many, She was a deceiver to plenty Because she was deceiving herself. I was lost under the belt, Zoning into a deeper area of the arena, Utilizing the stage of dummies, Human ME’s who was everything but me, Everything That I saw me as, Dumping the bodies under the rug located in the profound hallway, Dusty where feet lay, cleansing the characteristics of the broken hearted, Lied to, beaten physically… and mentally… ME who was no longer me Because I had come out and repented to me and cleansed the dirty Parts of me, So now I hope everyone can see that me no longer Breathes in this recyclable earth where pieces of heaven might lay, Or once laid upon the good, white and beautiful peace would Take over me as I was…. Lost.. in the.. sea. By Veemo Starr
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veemostarr
no, lol I just wanted to express physical and mental and soul cleansing
Poetic Herpies
Nice!!! The first part seems perverted though :p

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