Barely Recognizable, Immolated. Days Generated Each Singe.
Poetry
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The Real World
Welcome to the World Said with a door slam Here?s your cubicle The bathrooms down the hall The trashcan is right there, Feel free to throw in your dreams. Uniqueness is encouraged Just keep it to yourself. Imagine you?re a single cell in a huge, thriving organism But your somewhere…
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My Passion Awakened
The light is hallucinogenic as a cityscape reflects on the asphalt. The rain is almost apologetic as it patters down on its way to the gutter. A lone figure is pathetic, remebering where he’s been. His passion trying to be poetic as he grasps where he was. His soul no…
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Her Body
Tonight, he draws her from the cold with his hands. His fingertips draw back the sheets. Brushing back her hair, his fingers trace down her body. Color brushes up her face as he begins his work. Given time, she obtains a perfection only he can give her. Tomorrow, everyone will…
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Best
The best poetry comes in dreams and leaves your mind as you wake. A personal gift to you.
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Lone
My lone soul screams out against the blackness, hoping someone will hear. My tortured voice starts to dim as distant echoes are the only reply. My cobwebbed mind grasps at nothing, since no one else is near. My one reason is losing ground as I start to battle Why.
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F You Too.
Angry words from me are rare and few, but I had to write this down to make sure it was true. Obviously, you’ve forgotten everything we went once knew, Or perhaps, it just meant more for me than for you. Either way, its the worst betrayal I’ve been through. But…
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Erosion
It may start as a drop. (a tear perhaps) It only worsens from there. Time, the guaze of most wounds, is a caustic presence. Eroding away with its perpetual wind. Once a drop, now a river, snaking through sacred land. Once intimate, now no longer.
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Wash My Hands
I want to wash my hands clean Get rid of all the dirt I want to forget it all All the pain and all the hurt I want to just close my eyes And make it go away I want to just shut my mouth Not utter what I need…
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Superstition
Dark of night When witches run When all the ghouls Come out for fun Rabbit?s foot And lucky shirt Protection from Misfortune?s hurt Halloween And the 13th Friday When all bad luck Comes out to play Superstition And silly fears Hold your garlic As darkness nears A black cat A…