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Before Christmas madnessI sit and watch the flickering thing we call television go through so many faces and places Like a wind screaming through a winter sky I listen to the sounds that have bound me to my chair and I wonder where the genius comes from to create fantasmic, erratic inventions like this thing in front of me And as I sit and ponder mutter and wonder about televisions as a whole,Before Christmas madness
Something appears on the screen that jumps in the way of my thoughts It's a little fat man with a hat and vest who slithers in the cotton snow And he tells the tale of a reindeer with a shining red nose
I am transfixed with this conc
by ~lighght
For those we can't forgetMarching into the darkness that is the unknown, listening to your own heart beat with the sound and rhythm of bombsFor those we can't forget
Wanting warmth but feeling instead the bitter, frigid, icy fondle from winds that smell of death
Watching friends and enemies alike fall to the ground like leaves of a hibernating tree, who however, will never see another season
Bullets whisper in your ear while some kiss your comrades on the brow good-bye,
But there is no time to sigh or cry for tumult and violence pushes you onwards
Onwards, and onwards, never ending and gore seems be the only way you can truly be free Death caress thei
by ~lighght
an ode to a figYour skin is soft but in a terrible way,an ode to a fig
Like slugs bathing in a pool of slime and muck.
However, you taste sweet with the first bite,
Illuminating my tongue and refreshing it with soft embrace Your organs, cast a sight to which even unmagnified will torment me in my dreams Appendages reaching for my mouth waiting for the opportune moment.
TO STRIKE Slooshing, swirling, tumbling, and twirling, my taste buds caress every inch of the your organs A texture that tortures my senses with absolutely no mercy. But afterwards, I am alive, I breathe in and accept that being so foul i
by ~lighght
A little red leafThis being of fire grasps the scent of fall and a feeling of warmth Though bright with colour, a dark, decaying, deathly, shadowA little red leaf
Brings a black hue to its fallen soul Veins filled with blood of sugar Skin of waxy softness that cushions a fall Are slowly rotting into a crumbling, crunching, pile of dust
Its scent of fall and warmth
Bring back memories of days now old It regenerates my sense of smell
Like water from a well, splashed onto the face of a drunken fool A smell that even in its weakest strength
Kindles a comforting ecstasy that draws me away form all pain &n
by ~lighght
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Urban StarLightA bone chilling cold pierces my empty soul, Taking a walk to find what will make me whole, I stop at a spot that happens to catch my eye, Wondering why I miss it every night I walk by.Urban StarLight
The rain is falling but it's no longer cold, Touching my body, it's like a lifeless mold, As it drifts down softly off my cheeks mixing with tears, I can't figure out why my mind is enthralled in fears.
Looking upon bright city lights, I love these calm urban nights, Like artificial stars in an artificial sky, Reflecting the artificial twinkle in one's eye.
An intoxicat
by ~XxLoneWolfexX
Love For the PracticalLove, You must know how I loathe you! How I hate every poem about you! How I hate every last, flat line written by some smitten slob over you!Love For the Practical
Love, You are too much unworthy of my time! Too below a person of my sense and dignity Too cliché and superficial for my tastes!
So, love, Give your bittersweet taste to the tongues of other's And not to myself Or if not Give it to the one to whom I feel your self
For all I have mocked you, And for all I have hated that made to pay homage, Do you take revenge on me?
Am I the
by ~Scarlet-Arson
TwistedAs we blindly Walk down Life's Different and twisting paths Whispers tell us "The best is yet to come" Following Those illusive whispers In endless Endless spirals of diluted optimism and Hope Wondering aimlessly Until, The searing pain of a silver tipped blade jutted out of the small of the back a heart so broken each shatterd part screams out in a chorus of agony and regret it is the scream that will never be heard on this dark twisted roadTwisted
that all of us must walk
by ~kuani-chopstix
Catasetum macrocarpumblaming the tragic makes for bad weather. you're imposing unpleasantries even if you won't tryCatasetum macrocarpum
the downfall is fury, i force down a light meal. it is all relative, this assortment of horror.
it's scared into sanctity, i miss the gentle woman who combs through my hairs like it means something
i discover the depths of couches, when all my head does is think and broadcast; i find sticky matter and broken pencils.
you neaten the needy, a column for vendors May's shaped like a leg.
the occupant's stagnant,
by ~nozomi-san
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- Current Residence: B.C
- Interests: music, food, my friends, swordplay, martial arts, poetry, writing
- Favourite movie: Phantom of the Opera, lord of the rings (all 3), Starwars (all 6)
- Favourite band or musician: Holst, Jimi Hendrix, Bob Marley, The Clash, wolfmother, Foo fighters sublime, the list goes on
- Favourite genre of music: love anything except country
- Favourite artist: da vinci
- Favourite poet or writer: Vachel Lindsay, Shakespeare, Miller Williams, William Carlos Williams, Eddie White
- Favourite style of art: im a lover of most
- Skin of choice: mine
- Favourite game: kingdom hearts 1 and 2
- Favourite gaming platform: nintendo Wii and PS2
- Favourite cartoon character: marvin the martian
- Personal Quote: Learn the rules so you know how to break them properly.
- Tools of the Trade: a nice H2 pencil
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The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle. (Anais Nin)
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The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle. (Anais Nin)
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