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!

Crafting good poetry in *distinction*;
βέƦẙḽ Dṏṽ

Crafting good poetry in distinction;
scribbling bad poetry is distraction.

Your hands for crafting,
Zara Noury

I looked at you
The way an artist
Would look at a naked woman.
Your bottom lip was designed
For kissing,
Your hands for crafting,
And there was a picture in every moment
I have shared with you.

I saw that we fit together
So very perfectly,
But the subjective camera
Was only me.


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.

stop crafting,
Jonny Angel

I'm going to stop today,
stop crafting,
trying to connect the dots
between heaven & hell.
For there is no comfort,
no comfort in finding
answers to the inexplicable.
Mountains exist for a reason.

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