Poetry
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- Written by: Vangoman/ Dan Van Fleet
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Candles just another spike in the lid of a cake called life
Strands of morality bind us to pretences of reality
While stranded in midair we reach for mirages of acceptance
The particles of life try to bind themselves together in sequence
Failing in fiction bare the true love and even so failure here is efficient
A world created by locks greed and some unknown monetary creed
Why do we feel we must become useless gears in a useless deed?
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- Written by: nickpear
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Sonnet
It’s honorable to think of our future
Generations’ welfare; forefront lobotomy
We need, let loose the fissure their
Existence pressing down, it crushes me.
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- Written by: michaelmiller.ic
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Bleed, from me, peace of mind.
Rip the notion of joy from these hands.
Siphon a spirit, running wild.
Rend this dancing heart's vigor.
Let me love you.
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- Written by: michaelmiller.ic
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Pulsating beneath cotton fibers,
Hidden desires run abound.
Omnipresent sound, pulsating,
Beats out my silent frustrations.
Sanguine condensation forms upon the cusp;
Blackened dreams etched in rust
Beg to break free from this machine.
Read more: Writers' Block No. 5
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- Written by: Vangoman/ Dan Van Fleet
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And I - all of her
And she - all of me
Shining her stars
Swirling her seas
Making mud
Land and sea
Mud of man
Man of me
And all of us –a we
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- Written by: Raven
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Gehenna
I. Fallen fast breeding Haborym's womb
II. In the towers of Gehenna's birthing tomb;
III. Force feed me the demon's tongue
IV. May the unholy spit wash my wrong.
The devil's dormant in my soul
I. Prophets slain under midnight eyes
II. Churning stomach spewing the skies;
III. We all know his name
IV. We all know his game.
The devil prevails in my soul
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- Written by: Raven
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I had missed this room
And the sound of the rain
I had missed this room
And all of its dark corners
I had missed the nights
Resting in this bed
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- Written by: Knjaz Chernozmejsky
- Category: Poetry
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Old work horse...
Still pulling the chains,
passing it's own remnants of pains.
Blunt out into sonorous iron-shod steps,
resounding back and forth along ancient tracks...
