Poetry
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- Written by: el socialisto
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Our minds are a strange region indeed. I don’t know why I chose to write about Patrick sitting in the dark. Perhaps it was simply the best way to hide the tears. The memories used to be constant. Now, my mind is starting to block out the fact that he’s not here. Somewhere from deep within, it has made the natural decision to move the only way possible – to acknowledge that the pain is still too much to bear, and that in these real time moments the reconciliation of his death is far from being achieved. There is no way to move forward. Being alone with my thoughts wasn’t healthy; being surrounded by people seemed worse. I often thought being stoned, drinking wine,
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- Written by: BEtling
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- Written by: Vangoman/ Dan Van Fleet
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Of what decay of decline must a man climb
Where inmate traits imitates honor and grace
Can sun feel such heat from such cold defeat?
As relentless cost forever’s erases retreat
And where waiting answers have been annealed
In the darkest of all black bar fields
In prayer of answers shall it one day come
In sunshine fields of raining dung
And loneliness pukes out any friend
In an eight by ten
Come six foot ends
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- Written by: BEtling
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according to someone, absolute liberty
is absence of restraint, which
makes sense to me in some
of my weaker moments.
I think, as I often do,
about animals. more specifically,
I think about lions,
which, I've been told, don't keep a mate
and are the only animals besides man
that have sex for pleasure.
Read more: Liberty as a Means of Restraint
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- Written by: wickedwahine_69
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Beeeee...
Belted the sheep wearing wolfs' skin,
Beeeeee very afraid, all of the time.
Look above you,
Look behind you,
Look around you,
Look inside you,
I have no need to hide...
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- Written by: Uniquely...Disfunctional
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The autumn night chill that crawls up my spine,
I traced my tongue in nips against chattering teeth,
I remained fluid from the heat at my core, the lust for the night-
The unknown that remained crouched in the gorged shadows,
The sweat is the beat of the satanic sounds drowning the loudspeaker.
I am the height, falling into the teeth of hell I once romanticized.
I don’t want to journey this odyssey of overcast eyes,
Eyes that melt into screams that scatter on the wind,
Take my hand before I am pulled into the glimpse of hell,
And become that dark that day dreams of light.
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- Written by: Vangoman/ Dan Van Fleet
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Suddenly without warning
Clock countdown in slo-mo
Across the virgin ice top
Cerebral fires an image
Spirit rising warmer
In hot it begins its glow
Against all odds of winning
A wish suddenly exposed
Tears make up the feelings
Purer than hard snow
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- Written by: el socialisto
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losing that which is pure
a wild and crazy world we endure
inspiration striking in circles wild
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- Written by: soi-disant
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you're gonna make it that i sell my soul
its gonna happen that i break my wrist and you wreck my neck
all so that i work with you
you entice my out of the darkness
elicit light through blindness i see you walk towards me
arms outstretched you cling your silhouette to reality
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- Written by: Bobb Marly
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just for fun 11:44 AM 11 march 2013 Just something silly I made up because I thought well what the truck Was red with 4 wheel drive it went so fast it peeled my hide and seek was a wonderful game could be played in the sunshine or rain drops came down making puddles all around The mull berry bush the children did play laughing and singing the day away I go so this poem will end I hope it gave you a smile or at least a grin
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- Written by: wickedwahine_69
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I'm going home to visit,
And am excited for when I get there,
Except that some things will be missing,
They seem to have gone nowhere,
Like, my girlfriends' boobs,
3 of them to be exact,
And my Grandpa's mind,
And my Dad's old man virginity,
Yet as the countdown continues,
I wake up with Christmas morning butterflies,
Every single time I wake up,
And I just can't wait, to board the plane...
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- Written by: soi-disant
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the day is coming, recognise it, to hold it and love it.
not long left to wait, all you young women and children
your men fight the battles that eliminate your troubles and woes
they fight right here and right now
yes the day is coming. just to turn to night again. you must love it while its here
it is these men who set the rules and fight the fights. they're the ones You chose
