Poetry
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Symbols and Words A language that goes beyond. That goes deeper. Read more
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i’m lost inside my head too many yesterdays too many voices belonging to the dead they follow and they haunt mock, taunt all wide eyed dreamy leaving me gasping for more stuck in a stasis a false reality in moments of time rainy nights, a drunken haze the ghost of a girl who used Read more
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i long to touch flesh to feel some sense of something that caress, that song of which i am so lacking isn’t it so tragic that here i am alone with a heart full of magic so useless so prone to the tigers that are waiting to dream is suffocating a longing so hopeless its Read more
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she dances like no other the most beautiful girl in town grinning like a hyena obscuring the scum that surrounds dreaming, hypnotizing she gazes intoxicated lights flashing, stars shining yeh, drunken lovers with lusty hearts the madness behind her eyes the energy made visible with angels in her hair and magic at her fingertips moments Read more
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yeh, pouting, pointless, lipless beauty with those big, pretty eyes green, blue, doesn’t matter there’s nothing particular nothing memorable, about the likes of you you, who make them go weak at the knees making them abuse themselves at night gasping for air clutching hollow bones whilst thoughts of your body explode in their feeble, sweaty Read more
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on sunday mornings when the sun comes flooding in through the window all of my mistakes and all of my regrets shine with a beauty that makes me smile from ear to ear the madness that burns brighter than the sun the sadness darker than the deepest sea it dazzles me completely sometimes, i fall Read more
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my love grows in a secret garden long forgotten lost covered with weeds, branches reaching for sunlight with no reply, neglected flowers, buried beneath dead autumn leaves worms, crawling in the shadow of a broken swing it’s an ugly fucking garden, but it breaths like any other all it needs is a little care for Read more
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the sky collapses. falling down. like buildings. bodies. and as the songbird flies. towards the sun. my heart breaks. beyond the war. the war of ourselves. beyond the darkest days. through the fire. thats rages. survivors dying. silver linings no more. everything. crumbles. the agony of a thousand paintings. a million faces. merging. into a Read more
