Pogykt - Hello Poetry

flesh on stone soft, crumbles, mortar pestle makes ghosts. all-consuming, gluttonous fire. burn the spectres, create a world so happy, dance on graves.

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Apr 19, 2016

Apr 19, 2016 at 4:45 PM UTC

Recipe For a Happier Earth

flesh on stone soft, crumbles, mortar pestle makes ghosts. all-consuming, gluttonous fire. burn the spectres, create a world so happy, dance on graves.

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Shutter me closed, The heart and soul are gone swallowed by the mind the next morning, lost in reverie watched them swirl in ***** disappear down the drain.

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Apr 6, 2016

Apr 6, 2016 at 2:07 PM UTC

Daydream's Addict

Shutter me closed, The heart and soul are gone swallowed by the mind the next morning, lost in reverie watched them swirl in ***** disappear down the drain.

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Rocked to sleep in a murderers arms, lazy blood fountain drains the body, fills the soul. You close your eyes, calmed in the storm.

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Mar 26, 2016

Mar 26, 2016 at 11:40 PM UTC

Hush

Rocked to sleep in a murderers arms, lazy blood fountain drains the body, fills the soul. You close your eyes, calmed in the storm.

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Rustled voice, summer weeds pierces palms, blood on flower buds. grafted wildwood loves the desert, dies efficiently

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Mar 8, 2016

Mar 8, 2016 at 7:36 AM UTC

Surgery in the Bath Tub

Rustled voice, summer weeds pierces palms, blood on flower buds. grafted wildwood loves the desert, dies efficiently

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What woodsy boy could mountains love, who kisses scars long bled bone dry

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Feb 10, 2016

Feb 10, 2016 at 11:14 PM UTC

Foolish Adventures

What woodsy boy could mountains love, who kisses scars long bled bone dry

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These are mathematics, woe. Words rewritten and lost But I know, and you know the high toll, the stars crossed.

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Feb 2, 2016

Feb 2, 2016 at 3:36 AM UTC

Inevitable

These are mathematics, woe. Words rewritten and lost But I know, and you know the high toll, the stars crossed.

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What good will these words do, when rocks are want to stay and the hard places are mountains, but the gaps and valleys- blushing. The western sky is so wide, Blues to swallow all the green and keep the good in your throat with the pain and hypocrisy filling your lungs. Oh but what can a man do when trembling, he admits that he has [unintelligible]

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Jan 28, 2016

Jan 28, 2016 at 12:24 AM UTC

And lost

What good will these words do, when rocks are want to stay and the hard places are mountains, but the gaps and valleys- blushing. The western sky is so wide, Blues to swallow all the green and keep the good in your throat with the pain and hypocrisy filling your lungs. Oh but what can a man do when trembling, he admits that he has [unintelligible]

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Briefly forgetting the color of fireworks, thunderous applause; my ears ringing. Tell me what I'm doing here, why I'm searching a crowd of faceless strangers. Don't tangle the stars that map my way home, Don't ask me if the flame is responsible for the moth.

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Jan 21, 2016

Jan 21, 2016 at 12:06 PM UTC

They Say You Write Poetry

Briefly forgetting the color of fireworks, thunderous applause; my ears ringing. Tell me what I'm doing here, why I'm searching a crowd of faceless strangers. Don't tangle the stars that map my way home, Don't ask me if the flame is responsible for the moth.

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To ignore the desert winds, the beckoning of glittering gourges and dreams of melting rocks turning to storms of steam. The doctor worries for me, my lungs are filled with sand castles

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Dec 30, 2015

Dec 30, 2015 at 8:08 PM UTC

Desert Tides

To ignore the desert winds, the beckoning of glittering gourges and dreams of melting rocks turning to storms of steam. The doctor worries for me, my lungs are filled with sand castles

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When you are light and choir's angels it comes like untouchable waves in oceanic electricty but entropy bricks smashing open twitching birds skulls these, these are the things that hold tangible beauty. my vows are blood on your bed sheets, my hands are tied to a thousand timelines.

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Nov 24, 2015

Nov 24, 2015 at 10:17 AM UTC

Chaotic Genes

When you are light and choir's angels it comes like untouchable waves in oceanic electricty but entropy bricks smashing open twitching birds skulls these, these are the things that hold tangible beauty. my vows are blood on your bed sheets, my hands are tied to a thousand timelines.

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