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Written by Firdaus in portal Micropoetry

branches hang limp

heavy laden with flowers

the heady scent– inebriating

yet it cannot smother

the stench of a dead heart



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Written by Firdaus in portal Micropoetry
branches hang limp
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the heady scent– inebriating
yet it cannot smother
the stench of a dead heart


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Written by Firdaus in portal Stream of Consciousness

Dreams

what do we dream about

things that we want

or things that we've lost

Yet I never dream about you

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Written by Firdaus in portal Stream of Consciousness
Dreams
what do we dream about
things that we want
or things that we've lost

Yet I never dream about you
#musingsofaninsomniac 
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Written by Firdaus in portal Flash Fiction

Slipping Away

I have forgotten my dog's name, so I just call him Dog now. I'm surprised he actually responds to it. Maybe that was his name all along, I'm a little confused. Lately I've noticed subtle changes in him. His fur is thicker, he seems bigger and his bark is different; none of the whining anymore. Maybe it's my over imaginative mind or the constant dull weather.

The rain seems to be writing cryptic messages on my window panes. The drops slide down in crazy patterns. I can see alphabets appear, forming words I don't understand. I jot them down, maybe I'll use them in my song.

Dog has trotted up to me as I stand by the window, he's almost reaching my waist, he never was above my knee before. I scratch him behind his ear and he shuts his eyes. My nails are pointy again. I had clipped them really short till I had drawn blood. Was it yesterday– I try to remember.

My room is dark except for the little candle flickering on the table. I like the play of shadows on the walls and ceiling. And when a vehicle passes by, the shadows rush over the walls. I like it here, this little room seems to talk to me. I've written more songs in this past month since I shifted here, than in my whole career. Now I know why they call it the Alphabet street.

I slide open the window, sticking my hand out I catch the drops. They splatter in a brilliant array of purple. The rain is mingling with the night. Its raining ink. Purple, black, blue; I feel a song coming. I need to remember to buy a pair of shoes, my old ones don't fit me anymore.

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Written by Firdaus in portal Flash Fiction
Slipping Away
I have forgotten my dog's name, so I just call him Dog now. I'm surprised he actually responds to it. Maybe that was his name all along, I'm a little confused. Lately I've noticed subtle changes in him. His fur is thicker, he seems bigger and his bark is different; none of the whining anymore. Maybe it's my over imaginative mind or the constant dull weather.
The rain seems to be writing cryptic messages on my window panes. The drops slide down in crazy patterns. I can see alphabets appear, forming words I don't understand. I jot them down, maybe I'll use them in my song.
Dog has trotted up to me as I stand by the window, he's almost reaching my waist, he never was above my knee before. I scratch him behind his ear and he shuts his eyes. My nails are pointy again. I had clipped them really short till I had drawn blood. Was it yesterday– I try to remember.
My room is dark except for the little candle flickering on the table. I like the play of shadows on the walls and ceiling. And when a vehicle passes by, the shadows rush over the walls. I like it here, this little room seems to talk to me. I've written more songs in this past month since I shifted here, than in my whole career. Now I know why they call it the Alphabet street.
I slide open the window, sticking my hand out I catch the drops. They splatter in a brilliant array of purple. The rain is mingling with the night. Its raining ink. Purple, black, blue; I feel a song coming. I need to remember to buy a pair of shoes, my old ones don't fit me anymore.
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Written by Firdaus in portal Micropoetry

I shall peel away

your silence– a wrapper

around your thoughts,

for my ears have

been deafened

by this deathly quiet.

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Written by Firdaus in portal Micropoetry
I shall peel away
your silence– a wrapper
around your thoughts,
for my ears have
been deafened
by this deathly quiet.
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Written by Firdaus in portal Micropoetry

alone with you

I prefer my solitude

to your silent company

'cause you trigger my lonely

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Written by Firdaus in portal Micropoetry
alone with you
I prefer my solitude
to your silent company
'cause you trigger my lonely
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Continuing with cloudyvision23's original challenge to passionately write about a food, this time choose a dessert, write a descriptive poem, then tag another Proser to continue the challenge. Please also tag me @ruffmiriam in the comments, as well as previous writers of this prompt, so we can all read the final result.
Written by Firdaus in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Desire (food sex)

I know you're sitting there quietly on the kitchen counter behind me. I can smell your sweet scent. We both know what I want. But I'm adamant to stay away. Too much of anything is bad I believe. I try not to look and I can sense the pool of desire you're floating in. That sweet sticky desire that makes me lick my lips again and again, until I'm drooling and I can't stop this urge any longer. I want you whole. Stuff you into my mouth and take all of you and feel you cum and squirt into my throat. Ah the thought of that has me pushing my chair back and walking up to you. You drip a little onto my hand as I handle you between my fingertips and bring you to my mouth. I lick your glistening surface and groan with want, and then you're in my mouth. Sweet and sticky, warm and soft and I just can't stop at one. Gulab jamuns you'll be the death of me.

So I did a prose for the foodporn. (I'm just getting up. Forgive me :D) If none of you have had a Gulab Jamun then you're missing out on the best food sex. I think @soulhearts is next!

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Continuing with cloudyvision23's original challenge to passionately write about a food, this time choose a dessert, write a descriptive poem, then tag another Proser to continue the challenge. Please also tag me @ruffmiriam in the comments, as well as previous writers of this prompt, so we can all read the final result.
Written by Firdaus in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Desire (food sex)
I know you're sitting there quietly on the kitchen counter behind me. I can smell your sweet scent. We both know what I want. But I'm adamant to stay away. Too much of anything is bad I believe. I try not to look and I can sense the pool of desire you're floating in. That sweet sticky desire that makes me lick my lips again and again, until I'm drooling and I can't stop this urge any longer. I want you whole. Stuff you into my mouth and take all of you and feel you cum and squirt into my throat. Ah the thought of that has me pushing my chair back and walking up to you. You drip a little onto my hand as I handle you between my fingertips and bring you to my mouth. I lick your glistening surface and groan with want, and then you're in my mouth. Sweet and sticky, warm and soft and I just can't stop at one. Gulab jamuns you'll be the death of me.

So I did a prose for the foodporn. (I'm just getting up. Forgive me :D) If none of you have had a Gulab Jamun then you're missing out on the best food sex. I think @soulhearts is next!
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Written by Firdaus in portal Micropoetry

it would be so much better

if I could lower the volume

in my head

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Written by Firdaus in portal Micropoetry
it would be so much better
if I could lower the volume
in my head
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Pick a food and be passionate about it. Write a poem, tag another, and have a battle of colorful flavors! Good luck... and make me hungry!
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fruit orgy (part 4) the naughty @rubypond tagged me

fingers curled

gently around

your thick shaft

I feel your vulnerable

softness within,

hard and smooth

you lie under cover,

I peel away gently

'til you're exposed

-–proudly erect,

the sweet scent

lures me,

my lips curl

around your tip

teeth ready

to make the

first snip

I guess @soulhearts is next in line. I can't wait for her sexy write. (I just got up and this was all I could think of. Yep bananarama on my mind haha)

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Pick a food and be passionate about it. Write a poem, tag another, and have a battle of colorful flavors! Good luck... and make me hungry!
Written by Firdaus
fruit orgy (part 4) the naughty @rubypond tagged me
fingers curled
gently around
your thick shaft
I feel your vulnerable
softness within,
hard and smooth
you lie under cover,
I peel away gently
'til you're exposed
-–proudly erect,
the sweet scent
lures me,
my lips curl
around your tip
teeth ready
to make the
first snip

I guess @soulhearts is next in line. I can't wait for her sexy write. (I just got up and this was all I could think of. Yep bananarama on my mind haha)


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Written by Firdaus in portal Micropoetry

if it rains –it rains

I have stuffed the gutter

with your memories

let the eaves weep

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Written by Firdaus in portal Micropoetry
if it rains –it rains
I have stuffed the gutter
with your memories
let the eaves weep
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Written by Firdaus in portal Romance & Erotica

come

I breathe in

the salty waves,

a wild pulse

on my finger, tip

of my tongue.

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Written by Firdaus in portal Romance & Erotica
come
I breathe in
the salty waves,
a wild pulse
on my finger, tip
of my tongue.
#poemsafterdark 
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