SoulSurvivor
SoulSurvivor
Nov 1, 2014

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never take people
at face value
some have
two faces and
it could cost more
than it's worth

I'm generally a trusting person
and get in trouble all the time
as a result!
In your cavern of molding 'hope' coins
Cloey Olson
Cloey Olson
Dec 29, 2014

You're vicious in your spatted  poison
Hoisting your bitter contracts
Into the face of broken attacks
Love is a foul word for you
In the gravesight of disappointments
And my words don't make a dent
In your cavern of molding 'hope' coins
I deposited everything I had
But they sit there melting away
I thought perhaps I could help
But only you
Can make love stay

it coins me as phrases. Its careful
Francis Scudellari

When the coin dropped, it drops
with a clang. Clanging's
a kind of language. A kind coin,
it coins me as phrases. Its careful
words are phrased not to spend me.

Jordan Fox
Jordan Fox
Jun 18, 2013

I gave you the ocean and all her waves.
I gave you my heart til the end of my days.
I asked you why are you always so tense?
It all came down to dollars and cents.

Mohd Arshad
Mohd Arshad
Feb 27, 2014

In our each pocket they clank.
Some are new, some old, no blank.

They bring joys and sweet things
To the displeased and cheerful childs.

No ego they entertain though live with gold.
At once dive into any bowl of bronze or mud.

Alas! A little care is for their being.
On the street they sleep and spring.

on coinscoins and brightly lit rooms
cyrus
May 13, 2011

stick a nickel in your mouth because you like money
melt it down and let it coat your tongue like honey
and you still can't taste food two days later
because you've got a solid metal tongue that can't taste flavor
coin tongue click your teeth for Charon to deliver
and cut your tongue out to pay him to cross the river
when you burned your last nickel in the furnace
it dissolved like the sun as it churned and spit
solar flares lick your eyes because they love you
fire only wants to kiss you like doves do
doves do burn too, feathers like ashes like carbon monoxide
they were plastic so you passed out when they fried
a little molten rubber with a little bubble
and a prize inside, pop it because it's trouble
and supple, with evaporated eyes
no doves just trinkets and magpies
a little bit of gold is the same as mass hypnosis
dove or chicken nuggets or gold nuggets for strong doses
of oxytocin and candy corn, serve them together on halloween to children
because they need thick skin and ritalin
in them to keep them quiet, and so everyone's got a little disquiet
in their stomachs, because we're all high
on coins coins and brightly lit rooms
and when we have to turn the lights off at least turn on the nickel moon

Statesmen whose faces are on coins
βέƦẙḽ Dṏṽ

Statesmen whose faces are on coins
are amenable to change.

Who will place two coins on my eyes
Tammy M Darby
Aug 8, 2013

Who will place two coins on my eyes
Down the river  Styx
My soul will glide

Two coins for the boatman
Ferry me away
To the throne of Persephone
Snatched from light of day

Two coins I cry
Two coins for my eyes
Through dark waters I float
To where my body must lie

Two coins for Charon
That looks away
Never seeing my face
Or the light of day
Two coins


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Jacob
Jacob
Sep 30, 2012      Sep 30, 2012

laugh at me
You are normal
Popular psyche exam
You forget me so easily
Oh
How the mighty have fallen
If I use that trite expression
Would you still listen to
Jazz and shooting stars
Slipping through the
confines of your eyelids
I was the master Now the Slave
Once a biochemist-
Now blind children divine the future with my finger-bones
Where is the peace i deserve?
How dare this life pour itself out upon me!
I have spent too much time inside this mind
Trying to understand your question marks
Rereading your sentences-learning to read between lines
I am a young god or a soul
I am an aged demon full of electrons
Draw the line here
I am a poet to snakes
Dreaming of becoming a bird
Birds dreaming of mouthfuls of insects

 
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