Noshpyknic-869 - Hello Poetry

I took a line from a book and twisted it around my brain hoping to clarify these obscure sequences that have no order that just congragate under the soil of your nails fabricating a forgotten plot to freedom, a plight in the hour of celebration under the nights sun. Bathe my sweet in the oils of desire, join the frayed ends of life's consequences, of times forgotten song whispered in tomorrow's breeze. Forget reality and her breeding in the basements of America, forget reason, embrace the sanity of the insane. Come to the new grass and lay bleeding for time, for the Lost eyes of instinct. Gather the creatures of yesterday and slaughter the heros of today in a ritualistic offering to no one. Bring the gods they all so cherish, let them speak their defense to the defenseless, let them plea bargain their right to rule my will, my sight, my freedom in the universal sorrow of weeping souls bleeding slow deaths in our sheltered concubine.

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Feb 20, 2020

Feb 20, 2020 at 12:46 PM UTC

A Thought

I took a line from a book and twisted it around my brain hoping to clarify these obscure sequences that have no order that just congragate under the soil of your nails fabricating a forgotten plot to freedom, a plight in the hour of celebration under the nights sun. Bathe my sweet in the oils of desire, join the frayed ends of life's consequences, of times forgotten song whispered in tomorrow's breeze. Forget reality and her breeding in the basements of America, forget reason, embrace the sanity of the insane. Come to the new grass and lay bleeding for time, for the Lost eyes of instinct. Gather the creatures of yesterday and slaughter the heros of today in a ritualistic offering to no one. Bring the gods they all so cherish, let them speak their defense to the defenseless, let them plea bargain their right to rule my will, my sight, my freedom in the universal sorrow of weeping souls bleeding slow deaths in our sheltered concubine.

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What's become of the solace I once sought? I've chased her for years through infinite lives in endless miles. She's eluded me. Rebuffed my advances, ridiculed my existence like cornerstone trash. Cobbled footprints structure within a dark memory for garden over the soft years gone by. Lost, alone and forgotten, trampled with no quarter. Laying deeply within this hole I concede defeat within the soft shallows which embrace the emptiness that was once hope.

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Feb 20, 2020

Feb 20, 2020 at 11:50 AM UTC

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What's become of the solace I once sought? I've chased her for years through infinite lives in endless miles. She's eluded me. Rebuffed my advances, ridiculed my existence like cornerstone trash. Cobbled footprints structure within a dark memory for garden over the soft years gone by. Lost, alone and forgotten, trampled with no quarter. Laying deeply within this hole I concede defeat within the soft shallows which embrace the emptiness that was once hope.

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Regret the regrets and forget to forget. A compound fracture in thought a delicate ****** bought. Confusion, delusion, an exclusion from reality within a surreal moment alone lost, tossed into this vast wilderness of shame. Trees tear flesh from bone, all my heroes have been thrown dead into tomorrow as I realize today is but yesterday's sunset still burning my eyes with ornaments of pain adorning my hour of guilt, happiness in my tears colleges in my fears I can see this body to do it only to find myself submerged, drowning. I slit my wrists they precision resurgens wealth finding screaming butterflies writhing in my blood with forgiving eyes, soft lies. Opening a doorway to depravity within a shot of bliss, Angels kiss brought erections to the hollows of my soul. The soft warmth of hopelessness is a comforting blanket of familiarity, numb, content and alone. Nature's blooming carnival life before my eyes and I set out to see some thought bankrupt morality.

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Feb 20, 2020

Feb 20, 2020 at 10:06 AM UTC

No

Regret the regrets and forget to forget. A compound fracture in thought a delicate ****** bought. Confusion, delusion, an exclusion from reality within a surreal moment alone lost, tossed into this vast wilderness of shame. Trees tear flesh from bone, all my heroes have been thrown dead into tomorrow as I realize today is but yesterday's sunset still burning my eyes with ornaments of pain adorning my hour of guilt, happiness in my tears colleges in my fears I can see this body to do it only to find myself submerged, drowning. I slit my wrists they precision resurgens wealth finding screaming butterflies writhing in my blood with forgiving eyes, soft lies. Opening a doorway to depravity within a shot of bliss, Angels kiss brought erections to the hollows of my soul. The soft warmth of hopelessness is a comforting blanket of familiarity, numb, content and alone. Nature's blooming carnival life before my eyes and I set out to see some thought bankrupt morality.

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I bought a ticket to cruelty only to find out it had no redeeming value.

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Feb 20, 2020

Feb 20, 2020 at 9:49 AM UTC

- ion

I bought a ticket to cruelty only to find out it had no redeeming value.

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I sedate myself to avoid the sadness only to find I'm surrounded by confusion. I kiss this e to open my heart and release the stranglehold upon my mind. Softly the words embrace each other within the recessed corners forming the cereal feeling impossible to escape. To release these suppressed visions I see such a demanding chill a battle in which I am defeated.

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Feb 20, 2020

Feb 20, 2020 at 9:23 AM UTC

Uninteresting

I sedate myself to avoid the sadness only to find I'm surrounded by confusion. I kiss this e to open my heart and release the stranglehold upon my mind. Softly the words embrace each other within the recessed corners forming the cereal feeling impossible to escape. To release these suppressed visions I see such a demanding chill a battle in which I am defeated.

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Secured in the music an averse sympathetic note creating poetry. A soft emotion so violently felt it bled the eyes to strain the fingers. Such an aversly complicated flow, tears slowly stained the soul, saturating the heart in warmth, wrapping the withered body in a comforting blanket of forgotten harmonies singing some mystic hymn of a Lost belief, before the massacres before the greed of Christianity. A belief in natures songs, love. Ignorance erected churches, greed. Knowledge was born in the the silence of the mountains, enlightenment from within without excessiveness. Flesh and bone, forced through the eyes of vulnerability we measure success within the confusion of wealth. The innocence of feeble eyes absorb the contradiction plaquing our eggshelled minds throwing our soul into a tortured world of confusion, questioning question with questions

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Feb 14, 2020

Feb 14, 2020 at 7:17 AM UTC

Untitled

Secured in the music an averse sympathetic note creating poetry. A soft emotion so violently felt it bled the eyes to strain the fingers. Such an aversly complicated flow, tears slowly stained the soul, saturating the heart in warmth, wrapping the withered body in a comforting blanket of forgotten harmonies singing some mystic hymn of a Lost belief, before the massacres before the greed of Christianity. A belief in natures songs, love. Ignorance erected churches, greed. Knowledge was born in the the silence of the mountains, enlightenment from within without excessiveness. Flesh and bone, forced through the eyes of vulnerability we measure success within the confusion of wealth. The innocence of feeble eyes absorb the contradiction plaquing our eggshelled minds throwing our soul into a tortured world of confusion, questioning question with questions

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REALITY Is I've never been myself even with myself. Is I don't even know who I am. Is that I lie but don't know what it is. Is that I'm a walking cliche'. Is that I question Questions. Is that I live through writings no one will read. Is I am a coward. That I have a thousand masks, each stolen from someone else. Reality is I don't want to die alone. Is I don't know how to ask for help. Is I'm still a terrified boy Snug in his eggshelled world of fantasy wishing it would all go away longing for the warmth of one last embrace of a woman he never knew.

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Feb 12, 2020

Feb 12, 2020 at 7:39 PM UTC

REALITY IS.............

REALITY Is I've never been myself even with myself. Is I don't even know who I am. Is that I lie but don't know what it is. Is that I'm a walking cliche'. Is that I question Questions. Is that I live through writings no one will read. Is I am a coward. That I have a thousand masks, each stolen from someone else. Reality is I don't want to die alone. Is I don't know how to ask for help. Is I'm still a terrified boy Snug in his eggshelled world of fantasy wishing it would all go away longing for the warmth of one last embrace of a woman he never knew.

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So I see whith closed eyes, I can't help but taste tears gently cried. Truth be told wish I died can't you see it was me I couldn't hide. I just don't fit into this world, nothing like these boys and girls. Never define that piece of mind only within a perfect world so I sit here all alone now this shell became my home. I want you please just comfort me through my eyes you can never see will never be. Hope you know that all these tears have you drowned my fears locked inside, please help me open my eyes take my hand trying to understand I wish I tried almost died. I can drag this on and on it wouldn't change this tragic song if I find that piece of mind maybe soon I can be gone what went wrong?

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Feb 12, 2020

Feb 12, 2020 at 7:12 PM UTC

Embarrassingly this rhymes

So I see whith closed eyes, I can't help but taste tears gently cried. Truth be told wish I died can't you see it was me I couldn't hide. I just don't fit into this world, nothing like these boys and girls. Never define that piece of mind only within a perfect world so I sit here all alone now this shell became my home. I want you please just comfort me through my eyes you can never see will never be. Hope you know that all these tears have you drowned my fears locked inside, please help me open my eyes take my hand trying to understand I wish I tried almost died. I can drag this on and on it wouldn't change this tragic song if I find that piece of mind maybe soon I can be gone what went wrong?

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Forward this recluse to the front lines of society a pen is his only weapon karma is the only escape. Wielding it in blinded fear a new wilderness lies before him. I feel gift for I am this a weapon against self. I choose in reason karma hide when need me karma I fasten this pain to finger you crawl out exposing my true self tearing flesh from bone creating a portal to see, to be. I will fight on the inside **** I will cry and lie to myself judging you for you for me. I will throw glass throat this Glass House and expect nothing to break, blending you when it does. In introverted crown my masks impenetrable karma my God heavily-armed poised for attack when you blink throwing questions at question. Tears stain my cheek as you walk by. I use my weapon when I'm alone karma I sit with myself nice off couch what a comfortable Stone karma Caesar's grass bring oceanic scented insights into an oil stained mill City. I'm asking myself questions taking notes and watching. I bask in the bountiful harvest of knowledge display before before us all each and every day weather it's the body floating down the canal the soft Moon blooming Jasmine in the springing months my eyes water yeah my flow is uncontrolled.

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Feb 12, 2020

Feb 12, 2020 at 6:32 PM UTC

I have no title for this or anything I write

Forward this recluse to the front lines of society a pen is his only weapon karma is the only escape. Wielding it in blinded fear a new wilderness lies before him. I feel gift for I am this a weapon against self. I choose in reason karma hide when need me karma I fasten this pain to finger you crawl out exposing my true self tearing flesh from bone creating a portal to see, to be. I will fight on the inside **** I will cry and lie to myself judging you for you for me. I will throw glass throat this Glass House and expect nothing to break, blending you when it does. In introverted crown my masks impenetrable karma my God heavily-armed poised for attack when you blink throwing questions at question. Tears stain my cheek as you walk by. I use my weapon when I'm alone karma I sit with myself nice off couch what a comfortable Stone karma Caesar's grass bring oceanic scented insights into an oil stained mill City. I'm asking myself questions taking notes and watching. I bask in the bountiful harvest of knowledge display before before us all each and every day weather it's the body floating down the canal the soft Moon blooming Jasmine in the springing months my eyes water yeah my flow is uncontrolled.

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Pounding through the Lost confusion was a tranquility of a summer day dream. Whisperings of bated breath softly exhaled to needles we loved the summer of joy, the summer of hate this summer the sun never had risen. The summer our eyes stared blankly at awkward forming clouds. We danced Joy infields freshly bloomed oblivious to reality . That was a time of hate, a time of anger a time of love where àll was lost in the Poppy induced cancer of agonizing lies.

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Feb 11, 2020

Feb 11, 2020 at 1:18 PM UTC

Whisper

Pounding through the Lost confusion was a tranquility of a summer day dream. Whisperings of bated breath softly exhaled to needles we loved the summer of joy, the summer of hate this summer the sun never had risen. The summer our eyes stared blankly at awkward forming clouds. We danced Joy infields freshly bloomed oblivious to reality . That was a time of hate, a time of anger a time of love where àll was lost in the Poppy induced cancer of agonizing lies.

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