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Shadows trace the underground forest
Grazing against lost foundings.
Silence lay in the deep wood
And thoughts are carried away undigested.
The forest of rubbish,
As they all call
Spans over the magma of the earth,
Feeding on burning, long idealogies...
Until now.
Heat is not absorbed, only cold stone remains
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Stumbling through suburbs lathered in the
warm red light that begins the day
and burns my eyes open to fresh horrors
in
the catacombs of slow middle class death
embalmed in 9 to 5, dinner parties and red wine
Flash cars but an extension of fossilised egos
jumped on and vandalised by equally doomed offspring
I'm retracing my steps and all that I want
is to find an exit and...
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While dying
Thoughts of apathy
I am young
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Hello all. Anna Devine (Sad Sara) and I have been playing around with a joint poem, 2 stanzas each. Hope you enjoy!
Along the tired avenue
An immensely thin sense of scents from incense
Which trees on the breeze have pleased
Me to dispense
Distracts me as I wander
As the sleepy street awakens
With a song to beat along
This...
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Cruel and Lonely Game
Could it be that maybe everything went pathetically wrong
I'd listen to the sound of your voice, but now it's gone
Everyday I wait here, waiting for the sun
Everyday, contemplating what to do with this gun
Some say that I have gone insane
Some say that I am running from the...
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Midnight is my time to rise.
Greed and destruction is how I thrive.
But why am I stuck in this weak mind?
Why his thoughts I can't override?
Clinging to life I bind my time.
Fighting each day so I can survive.
I must make, my move or die.
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Religious fanatic
that's what they said
I roll the term around
Over and over in my head
I've never pushed my view
I've never said their view was wrong
But everywhere I go,
I feel I'm looked down upon
In this world that's so liberal
All their talk of...
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sterling air blossoms ballet de jure gowned in sheer white and God- feathered soul life cloaks in each breath, with satins and golds along the unadorned skeleton-- bestowed the apple, red of hearts balances amid two ...
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Two, TO get, too to her: get to GETh er; to get two-- HER Together.
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©copyright by Jeannette Gardner - July/08
VERSE:
When I woke up I felt so lost inside
You were gone away for a little while
It made me realize how much I love you so
Oh Oh baby I want you to know
CHORUS:
I'm gonna miss you while you're gone
Hurry home baby and don't be too long
I'm...
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The Innocent
When she hadn't made it home as darkness came around
Many gathered for the search, but Nina wasn't found
A week had passed, and when they got to see their child again Barely did they recognize the face now pale and...
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Down Here On The Ground
These tarnished white wings of mine
Are getting old, they are much stained with time
No longer are they able to fly
No longer can I glide through the skies
Now I have to stay immobile here on the ground
And it tears me apart,
The people here are always putting me...
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Scattered Stars
No more moments have been shared
Or futures ever planned
Since the day the man she loved
With loaded gun in hand
Woke her from a sleepy...
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Sam savored his sadistic story,
having happened to hate heaven over hell.
In isolation idiocy was idolized;
tempting talons to terroize his trances.
Often optioning to ogle over oracles,
devils dared to destroy his dreams.
Sam strived to sail the savage sea.
What wisdom, however, could withstand the waves?
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Poetry
I listen to the people circled around me
Their faces are smiles, their words make them liars.
You're beautiful! - They say. You're one of a kind!
What is their problem? Are they really that blind?
I see what they don't see, I know things they don't
I know...
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Poetry
The drunk is drinking again
the spark of life and energy
snuffed out years and years ago.
His eyes are small and stare at nothing
withered hands grope for the glass
the thirst must be quenched; as inevitable
as the itch that must be scratched.
The dim lights fade as the night approaches
the drunk still sits staring morose.
he knows behind him the...
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A sodden Salvation Armyman drunk and proud
he's just another elegantly wasted young man
You don't need to bring a fistful of cash
We've got nothing for anyone to sell
Running and screaming down the endless suburban streets
disturbing the sleep of those just waiting to die
Maybe I'll never be what I want to feel like
But anything's better than where I came...
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Keep writing everyone; I want to hear what you have to say Continue writing my friends, please your thoughts to me convey Pen your mind and it’s endless emotion, Never listen to criticism and always show your deepest devotion Compose your lust, fire and folklore Draft your memories, compulsions and your prisoners of love and war Scribble and scratch your language...
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The sounds have all but stopped.
My existence an after thought.
I'm blindfoulded to the world and all its scenic spots.
Detached.
My sub-conscious is dead.
My spirit never fed.
For all my senses I start to...
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How did this begin?
When for your freedom did you start to yearn?
Perhaps now I will never understand.
Why away from me you pulled and turned.
But for a fact I know we had.
A love you now so freely laugh.
If with me you are done and through.
I'll burn these memories I have of you.
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