Robert Zanfad
Robert Zanfad
Jan 14, 2010

Desperate these words,                          
Chasing fleeting shadow,                      
Echoes flocking like birds                
Amid myriad distortions,
The unquiet mind's sorrow.                
In birth chosen for sweetness,                    
A bid for attentions of one                        
Soon fade mere whispers,                        
Weak and defeated tomorrow,                
Exhaled anguish unheard.                        
Written lines would have best
Been spoken in ears years ago
'Ere time flowed its course,
When ever softer verse
Might shimmer
Then a symphony,
Maybe able
To drown life's other sounds
Like Mozart, loud as one can turn up.
Would there be any remedy
Which relieves burdens of memory...
The music of dulcet strings
Does dull stings, still only temporary;
And since abandoned,
Thoughts of more ultimate things.
So still, some poet's quill
Crafts dreams into sparrows,
Sets fluttering free
Their unnatural wings
To sing a song of regret,
Share madness with the winds.

It's a night of poetic prowess
Tape over unresolved discussions
Don't go throwing another in the deep end
As the life preserver is already flat
The atmosphere has lost its beauty
And misconceptions
Filled with hope
Become my dividing force

this doesn't even make sense
story of my life

Enter thy come and take your place
No blade will forsaken your face
When the moon has bled
The sun has fled

The father shall bleed
While the son shall flee
Stand on and keep thy paste
Stop moving and thou be erased

Steel, Fire, Ice, Thunder
This sword been built for smoulder
Hands crumble of blisters
Soul full of cleansers

Thy crafted blade made whole
Thy blade legend be in scroll
Blade coated within strychnine
Behold thy master design  

This blade crafted for revenge
Thy uses it for only purifying
No need for revenge
For karma has been healing!

Mind control is in crafting the story you tell yourself.
Jun 13

Mind control is in crafting the story you tell yourself.

crafting your thoughts, unfragmented
Nov 28, 2011

crafting your thoughts, unfragmented
into the perfect illustration
of the fervor in your head
is what keeps

Carefully crafting excuses,
kara lynn bird
kara lynn bird
Mar 3, 2013

I'm checking out,
Checking out of this moment-
I'm packing my bags of bullshit,
Carefully crafting excuses,
Folding up regretful parts of my past
and running.

crafting table
i like watermelon

mining till day
In bajan we must and bacca we trust
never going to brake bedrock
enchanting diamond sword
crafting table
flaming arrows
traping in cobwebs

on image crafting
Barton D Smock
Barton D Smock
Sep 17, 2013

after a child drowns in a child, the church bathroom is scrubbed

     in full view
of the elderly.

provided they have gestural transportation

a second class
on image crafting
is held     off site.

crafting words onto patched
Emma Lisbeth Wood
Emma Lisbeth Wood
Dec 31, 2013

Like ancient Greeks
crafting words onto patched
papyrus, we are the split
at the bottom of a
kalamos with enough
ink to sign our names

We were born of
water reeds. Our salt-wrapped
hearts still float amongst
the long leaves

in the river where we drowned

From crafting a noose
Danielle Bluejay
Danielle Bluejay
Feb 27      Feb 27

My parents always gave me enough rope
To hang myself
And that alone kept me
From crafting a noose
But you
Gave me enough rope to hang
The both of us
And that, my dear
Is all the more enticing

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