Deprevation

sopping up the inspiration, creativity and beauty from life's dregs

Silentmumbles December 13, 2018

Filed under: What it is — nomisyar @ 22:34

Screaming
in
the dark
no one hears
your strength
fail the leopard
dining
on the foolhardy
and fear ridden
smiles
of the damned,
the cursed,
the fire bearers.

save your screams
and fight for
your life
flickering &
flame

 

New York Got No Chill December 9, 2018

Filed under: What it is — nomisyar @ 10:57

Fuck You
You Fucking Fuckety Fuck,
Fuck.

Damn, its Brick out here.

Hey! I’m Walkin’ Here!

Yo, Whatchu got in your pockets?

Hey Ma….

yo, you lost? let me help you.

summers hotter than a left nut
winters colder than a witch’s tit
We ain’t got time for no spring
but Autumns are fucking orgasmic

Love me
Hate me

d’fuckouttahere

its new york baby.

we got jokes
we spread love

now gimme some
and by some
i mean
all.

 

perhaps December 7, 2018

Filed under: What it is — nomisyar @ 01:28

day rise.
already
treasures arrive.


will it?
can it?


it shall.


soul bared
to salute the richness
of a clouded sun.


life
comes fiercely
and with the fury of
one dozen
hungry kittens.

so, 
danse
avec moi




 

Knockin’ December 4, 2018

Filed under: What it is — nomisyar @ 22:53

dig
my
boots, Sucka.

My crazy tight
hella sexy
cool
ass
boots.

yeah,
chics dig
my
boots.

all the ladies,

except…

her

 

buhleedat

Filed under: What it is — nomisyar @ 11:54

flickering
tendrils of hope
tickled
this
old soul with
phantoms of
pleasure.


reminiscences
of a joy
once flaunted,
now a
haunting reaffirmation
of need
unmasked
by your
brief
insurgence.

thank you,
you delightful
colorful,
wonderful
whisper of
the possible,

now,
begone!

 

memories or dreaming or missing in time

Filed under: What it is — nomisyar @ 10:04

jokes,
a laugh,
a phone call.
(yeah… that phone call.)

even a giggle or two;
these
could have lead
to a wiggle
or two,
with you.




did I imagine
a brush with kismet?

dreaming of
rosebud lips

of meeting
to
kiss?

Yes,
you did.

 

a poem November 29, 2018

Filed under: What it is — nomisyar @ 23:49

words drop
from my fingers
into your skull…

from my soul to
your belly.

and you hunger
for more than I can give,
but,
i give more
than you need.

do
u
want me?

do you want the key
to my
chest of word
play?

then love.

and love
me,
freely.

hedonistically.

sacredly.

and
I will
give you
more.

so,
please…
love me.

 

 
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