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WEOWS: Act IThe streets breathe dust, smoke, mingled precipitation, freefall. Blind man on the corner (casket) sits, strums his acoustic acquaintance. Empty glass greets coin clang, racket clash with ariose blues, cantilitate to rhythmic tendencies, sing for being, for false prosperity. Hooligans, come rob up wealth seeds, flowers stillbirth, ransacked retentions. He's on the corner, stagnant strings and voice soliloquy. Grabs the bottle, pillaged, possessed with fractured glass. Broken tip reciprocals don't mend misery, don't fulfill mortally.WEOWS: Act I
Can you hear t
by ~TheFireBurningWithin
The Fateless FaithExistence is subjective, Scour the world from purposeless retention Everything is relative, nothing is known. Score out what was reality, reality has no origin or termination Reality will ne'er cease being, for reality never did exist. Reality is a mere perception of the mind, we will never find a remedy to reedeem humanity, humanity never was therefore can never occur, society is not of solidity, yet of multifarious minds yet there is no basis to the mind, Nothing is true, Nothing can be oppugned, questioning does not exist. It is a fallacy of the mind.The Fateless Faith
by ~TheFireBurningWithin
The Aspirant ReasonI. Love has envenomed me as if strychnine, yet I always sip it's luminous goblet, it's lustorous shell, oh so argentine. As I lift it's toxins to my lip, I embrace myself for the journey, and ready myself for the trip.The Aspirant Reason
Oh, and how it conquers me, runs rampant like a forest banshee, and shreiks of the imminent gurantee, that love will soon be lost, Yet the poison still embossed, upon my very core. Until I find this antidote, so as my heart and toxins may slip from rapport.
II. That this infatuation may subside within the re
by ~TheFireBurningWithin
today indifferentsomethingelsedelightful says the one over cold rivers to emanicipation to fauxfight fox sly on solft-soil banks, I'm just derived into mysterious makes something else melts away like psuedo-condensation. figurativetoday indifferentsomethingelse
nevernothing somethingelse is the root of afterthat and before everything. simplicity mind ache to body sick to firefuse and i'm over continued and started again. typical to intermediate formulative is abstract. livelong says the dying to the sickened more cause hypocrity to hypocrite left a lot like thoughtless dribbles on imbecile canvases. says the man to reaper keep the change. on
by ~TheFireBurningWithin
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Cerulean PrincessIn your essence you are divine Not borne of humans but of kinder folk.Cerulean Princess
All the stars twinkle not to
Give light to this dastardly, cynical world But to give light to the path you follow As your tiptoes murmur afoot the dark forest’s ground
The drums rumble behind you as you run, Their highs and lows dictate your life As you flee in fright Your white frock billowing As your night dark hair flies behind you Sheathing you from unwanted eyes, Hiding the slim form beneath as
You run with all your might.
The trees part to give you a way to escape, &n
by ~NOLOMOS
heartstrings + brainthingssittingmouthingswaying smoother, softer than meshingintimating; a tickle of hearttufts pluming in a dissonance of indiscretion. they tanglefray&bellow for a murmur of direction, but this hollowed-out entity I call my essence echoes back their desperate questions; [softer, softer]heartstrings + brainthings
she swears it's switched, this universal, cliched sealant; she inhaledgagged&stomached its heady intoxicants notwithstanding the label's neon-blin
by ~uncliqued
S E R A P Hby =rinna
Innocent EyesGlaring into a past lover’s dreams. Piercing into their heart With shards of passionate diamonds.Innocent Eyes
Striking their consciousness. Abruptly awaking them from their hopes and dreams.
Hauntingly beautiful existence Savagely foreseeing their demise
Extracting their murky soul from a sinful body Those innocent eyes… Flicker with the lust for the shedding of their blood.
Betrayed by the one whom in life was most dear… In the after life, the most dear is the one that is least feared No wonder revenge can be so sweet, yet miserably bitter. It has to be done, f
by ~poemystery
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- Current Residence: Georgia, USA
- Interests: Guitar, my band, Music, Computer, writing, Politics, History, Cynicism, and Satire
- Favourite movie: A Clockwork Orange, Serenity, and many others
- Favourite band or musician: Rancid, Gun Club, Death From Above 1979, Porcupine Tree, Flogging Molly, Robert Johnson
- Favourite genre of music: Rock, Punk, Blues, Alternative, Indie, Ska, Reggae
- Favourite artist: Rembrandt
- Favourite poet or writer: Writers: George Orwell and Ray Bradburry Poets: T.S. Eliot and Allen Ginsberg
- Favourite style of art: Photography, Traditional, and Abstract
- Operating System: Windows XP
- MP3 player of choice: iAudio x5
- Shell of choice: Red Shell!
- Wallpaper of choice: The one on my desktop right now.
- Skin of choice: How racist a question!
- Favourite game: 4 SQUARE!
- Favourite gaming platform: Computer, PS2
- Favourite cartoon character: Any of various sorts of animated personalities that appear within print or televison parameters
- Personal Quote: "The world is my lobster."
- Tools of the Trade: What Trade?
- Email: rrudder@comcast.net
- AIM: The Union Blood
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