A poem about the law of closure

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Photo by Hanna Postova on Unsplash

When everyone finally dies
I’ll sit at the edge of the bench
No urge to seek a revenge
And that’s a very good sign!

When everyone finally dies
The therapists’ chain on my neck
That kept me forever in check
Will break
And that’s a very good sign!

When everyone finally dies
I`ll order in and take a bath
I’m getting used to this path
And that’s a very good sign!

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a poem about disorganized-insecure attachment

Photo by Steve Johnson on Unsplash

Yes, I like to be broken-hearted
Scattered in front of your NO
So deeply rejected
Affected by your refusal.

You don’t get it? well, honey
Ama criminal in the need
For the constant accusal.

I deserve even greater abjection.
The affection I show will be devalued.
Shall we?

Let’s continue the play:

I despise you
When you want me the most
When the thirst drives you crazy
I look down on your pretty face
Lately, I hated you
To the moon and back,
But what the heck just had happened?

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a poem about domination

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Photo by Leonardo Yip on Unsplash

My friend, pray is afraid
But the predator`s never.
Sever them, keep them in fear!
Here in the darkness, we are not timid,
Limit your thoughts to the purest aggression!
Tension in muscles
And aggravation of the holiest instincts
Will serve you as never before.
A whore for a blood
A slut for a torture
Emergency calls are outdated.
I stated that this is your end
And so be it.

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a poem about remorse

poem art
Photo by Amy Treasure on Unsplash

Vindictive and volatile you are
And the words cloth you lay.
I say,
”That’s the present I don’t deserve! ”
I serve you as best as I can
And honey, if it’s not me,
Then who is your biggest fan?
Remorse is unknown to people.
To people of your kind, my dear
Nearby tragedy walks
Peeks and patiently waits outside.
Dried apricots of your lips, silly
Is the best remuneration for my people’s kind.

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a poem about the main question

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I image up this place without me
What a delight!
I image up the looming day
It’s crisp and bright.
I’m gone forgiven, and erased
What a relief!
Just pop a bottle of champagne
To end the grief.
That gimmick quirky part of me
Disturbs no one.
I would not bother you with rhymes
No need to shun.
I feel that place won’t worsen by
The lack of me
That's why I don't ask myself
To be or not to be…

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A poem about a young woman who does not have a hangover

poem hangover mistress
Photo by Maria Lysenko on Unsplash

Mistress of the morning opens her eyes
Before the dawn
Mistress of the morning apprised the Sun
That it’s her pawn,
When all humans smashed
By the weight of the night
She is full of zest,
Hot, wet, and never trite
She is kind of crude and unapologetic
And I can’t stop wondering
If it’s all genetics
Is she just a marvel that I stumbled on?
I have nothing left except to kneel and fawn…

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a poem about excuses

cheating love
Photo by Deon Black on Unsplash

The sky’s falling down,
The weather is shitty
And I’m the one who
Who remains in the city!

And she is the one
Who is hitting the road.
I guess she’s the prince
That makes me the toad.

I want to be tethered
Veracious committed
But not in this weather
And not in this city.

I’m gonna be cheating
I’m gonna be cheating
Goddess forbid,
I’m gonna be cheating…

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Anna L. Shtorm

My poetry is digital sorrow wrapped in overdressed rhymes. | Friends over Lovers is my debut poetry book available on → https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08F7P2H61