Ode to the Immediate AboveThis ceiling is a cancer so eager for me to leave, But I love it anyway for it keeps me warm, and dry, and occupied and because staring, analyzing the flaws sure as hell beats doing nothing at all.Ode to the Immediate Above
So thank you, ceiling, for giving me a place to rest my eyes at night, and a limit a little more attainable than the heavens themselves. Thank you, ceiling, for keeping me away from the people upstairs and their mundane lives.
Preventing Your IdentityWhile overlooking our issues, will we bolster our reconciliation? Aside from all that insight, how can we expect to run, misled and pushed half-truths to make out like the criminal.Preventing Your Identity
Untitled Sonnet 01She is beauty's personification And how i wish i could call her my own But as am, it is not my vocation Or right to give that name as possessionUntitled Sonnet 01
However, i would much rather see it That i belong to her, indeed nobler Than selfishness, that love is not legit In that of anyone's law, 't'is global
Still i will not submit her to another For i could not withstand such a title Even if it makes me a bit a cur But absence of ownership is vital
I hold against all that it may deter Each affection of mine belongs to her
I will be the last one to...I will be the last one to write this bookI will be the last one to...
first and bravest willing or the only one with pinkish liver intact, lungs whole and breathing on beat, heart and intestines aligned, stomach prepped and iron -- house of a dozen or so yards and pounds of sleeping, messy wishes. A pile of emotive meat.
Words collect sounds to create meaning, yet “dog” is not a dog, so what is a word? Echoes shatter common sounds like
rain on glass and buckling tin rooftop of a matchbox butcher block of car, echoes like static laughter, wailing and slamming its way around
On a Long-haired ClassmateYou saint Around the meaning With the martyred step Of burnt bridges.On a Long-haired Classmate
Write what you want me to read.
In Vena VeritasI’ll be your saint when you need a belief, I’ll be the destruction behind your grin. I’ll be your paintbrush to brush out your grief, I’ll even be the pain you paint me in.In Vena Veritas
I’m the one that will let you do your worst To me, I’m the one that can stand the pain. I’m the one, hell, I’ll let you drown me first- It’s not like I don’t know my love’s in vain,
Perhaps in vein? in vena veritas… For in my blood, words speak the truth in red And spill out pure from puckered lips at last; The words dry and become metallic lead…
I’d be your saviour if I could beli
Whoamg
Neglect
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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If you have attempted Alchemy by clapping your hands or by drawing an array, copy and paste this in your sig.
Guess what?
I'm sitting in a chair right now
there's some artist with a website called i think mutedfaith.com, that i used to like like five years ago..
anyhow, nifty writing stuff
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The Sinister Minister compels you! Open your eyes and re-examine your world! Things look different when you really look.
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~The Nihilistic Pebble (just a bored and lonely mind)
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I wish I was special
You're so fucking special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
-Radiohead
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what a difference a day makes
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