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Hallowed
Hallowed
21/M/American plentiful is the basket of life, / bearing fruits of woe and delight, / but the desire for might grew ever too slight, / when the men could not feed their appetite.
With our souls aching in strain, and our hearts drastically drained. I feel nothing but disillusion, in my search for a conclusion. If tears could stain, I would look to the rain. In hopes that you won’t see the pain, that pulses through my veins. As I untangle the chain, wrapped inside my brain. I hope you find a way, to wash away your disdain.
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Apr 17, 2020
Apr 17, 2020 at 1:01 AM UTC
Forever
Desolation and despair, the scent of blood in the air. These are things that I know well, like the fires that burn in Hell. In a world without vision, we are destined for collision. If I must shout then I’ll scream, I’ll do whatever by any means. Know that they’ll be frightened, if we ever become enlightened.
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Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 5:07 PM UTC
Entrapment
It’s all so draining, but somehow I feel myself again. I used to wonder if I’d live this long, now all I wonder is when I’ll die. I’m curious if the angels will sing my song, the life of a drained man. I am no longer afraid of myself, I am no longer lost, I have found myself again. But what is the cost?
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Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 1:49 PM UTC
The life of a drained man
I lay here as I wither away, It turns out the world is pretty grey. As time goes by I can’t help but wonder, Is it true that lighting always follows thunder? I heard my mind yell as loud as it could, It shook up my head so I’m not feeling good. As time goes by I can’t help but wonder...
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Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 9:54 AM UTC
Growing Pains
I’ll apologize solemnly if you let me, this pain in my chest really upsets me. I continue to make emends, in hopes you’ll forgive me. At this rate we know you’ll outlive me, a lot of my past memories feel like regrets. I’m sorry, this pain in my chest really upsets me.
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Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 6:00 PM UTC
Time has gone.
Your words are Art. Like the birds, are Art. Home is with you.
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Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 2:44 PM UTC
What is “Art” to you?
Today I am a Man, Boots on and belt tight, I button my shirt and act right, The child in me has almost faded, The mind of a man has invaded, Today I am a Man.
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Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 1:15 AM UTC
Today I am a Man
what a world horrific and grim full of hate and full of sin what a world cheerful and sharing open hands willing and caring what a world balanced yet unjust when will enough be enough
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Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 8:12 AM UTC
The World
At first it was subtle and although no one else cared, I felt your presence and knew you were there. Sooner than later I found my mind impaired, looking for options that would hopefully repair. My mistakes would soon pile up and an uneasy sense of guilt along with them. Once lovable and full of tranquility, now unapproachable and lacking emotional stability.
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Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 7:33 AM UTC
The Catalyst
The gaze of a mother seems distant but fierce, the heart lies open, withered and pierced. Our minds diverged, yet our eyes the same, who else is there, but I to blame. If only we could revert back to the light, for that would be a wondrous sight.
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Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 4:24 PM UTC
The Guilt