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Drawn Into OblivionThe lines on my face horrify me. I am a distant doppelgänger of the wildest fascinations, and I wonder, am I even really here? Is it not that I’m just here to cover things up, like the tidal waves will erase all the footprints on the beach? I can feel myself becoming more and more complete as time progresses, but I feel this will come at a price. I cannot become more complete than complete, and I fear that I will no longer know myself after I am complete.Drawn Into Oblivion by =NiallCloud
Am I complete now? I guess so. I no longer hear the scratching sound of new ideas coming over me. Then, I am I. This is truly unique, I connect words, shapes, images, I never dare
The Judge's JourneyThe instinct, or rather, the neediness roars, balanced on the top of an overweight scale, judging, deciding between happiness or misery. It comes down with a crash, a short, sizzling sound as it falls, as if a whisper could save the judge from its downfall. But of course it can’t; it must obey the law of its own nature as much as it has to obey gravity.The Judge's Journey by =NiallCloud
The steep slope uphill threatens, defies, as if it was saying, “Come up here and get me!”
But the feet only stand tall because the weights push the body upward. The indecisiveness of a single moment collapses as the feet climb, shoulders bearing the weight… For now. Th
A Summer's DayThe sky was on fire, or that was how it felt. The sun burned through the skin, gnawing, entering your blood, where the warmth would dissipate into all the corners of your sweating body. Henry never liked hot days such as these, but it was better than the bitter cold of winter. At least you didn’t feel numb; you felt alive, celebrating life. Life is like a barbecue, you must learn to enjoy the heat of the moment without getting caught up in the flame. Henry smiled. That was what he was aiming to do. Enjoying it.A Summer's Day by =NiallCloud
In the middle of the abandoned street with lawns of yellow grass, he saw the house of his friends manifesting itself on the cle
Anomaly“I am half-sick of shadows” they criedAnomaly by =NiallCloud
Should have turned on the light then.
Stand in this deep well of light of yours.
Don’t be stupid. There is no use to
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
The absence will cover you, smoothly.
The reality presented to me
by shadows, appear no different
than the one displayed by light.
There is no difference.
There is only pain.
There is nothing else.
There is only rage.
I would eat the pain
But it’s alive and kicking
Raging on, without regret
My selves go with you, only I remain;
a shadow phantom effigy or seeming
(an almost someone always who’s no-one)
Aye, a p
The Lover's LamentSilken threads of make believeThe Lover's Lament by *Gary-thedreamingpoet
The siren voice of hope
Feeding on a poor hearts need
Til wisdom did elope
Vulnerable and trusting
A precious soul laid bare
Deepest wounds still bleeding
Were offered up for care
A silver moon is weeping
The stars have bowed their heads
Pain and hurt for loving
The worst remains unsaid
But time doth not grow weary
It's healing shall not fail
The heart that bled is worthy
On calmer sea's to sail
Come the golden sunrise
And God kissed skies of blue
Aphrodite will arise
And give her blessing true...
The Sea of WonderStarlight softly beckonsThe Sea of Wonder by *Gary-thedreamingpoet
And calls this dreaming heart
Sail with me the heavens
Sweet waters we will part
Mighty planets dying
New sun's that brightly burn
Sights that leave you crying
For more your heart will yearn
Sacred wisps of color
Paint beauty in the sky
Here true wonder conjured
No point in asking why
Eternity is painted
On mighty wheels of grace
Where the hand that molded
The blessed eye that traced?
How poor this poet's art
This wondrous tale to tell
So sad then to depart
In dreams this soul would dwell...
respectHow dare you?respect by ~PsychoticLaughter
Who are you to place yourself so high above me?
Are you a divine being? a God?
What makes you so superior to me?
You have done nothing to deserve my respect,
and yet you try to place yourself in a better rank.
You are nothing to me,
so don't you dare expect me to honor you.
Respect is not a right, it is a privilege.
Shattered AngelShattered Angel by =WiNGz69
I see the cuts you made
4-inches with a razor blade
Cold steele on warm flesh is not a fair fight
And neither are bureaucratic lies and media cleansings
Wings dipped in ink are still wings
Because an Angel is still an Angel
and when he touched you your mirror shattered into 100 pieces
But now there are 100 more pieces of you to love
each bigger and brighter than the last
Your mind never lost it's shine
You were just focused on everything else
The money, the lies, the fights and the regrets
But Never regret You
Because You are worth it
My dear shattered Angel.
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