castorpolydeuces - Hello Poetry

If I listen quietly past the creaking of this cave I hear a monster, violently, digging its own grave. If I wait a minute more Its tears will fade away And all that's left is stupid lore A monster steeped in gray

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Jan 23, 2019

Jan 23, 2019 at 5:56 AM UTC

Remember Ruslan...

If I listen quietly past the creaking of this cave I hear a monster, violently, digging its own grave. If I wait a minute more Its tears will fade away And all that's left is stupid lore A monster steeped in gray

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I love all things dark all provoking, touching, reaching, slightly beyond the bounds of the normal where the light will naturally shine. I want all things beautiful all lovely, lingering, eternal, lifting high into the cloudy kingdoms of fairy and extraterrestrial. I am all things lost all removed, confusing, unsure, stepping lightly in the alleys and the rooms of both strange and familiar places. I wish the three knew how to collide in peaceful but pleasing resonance.

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Jan 9, 2019

Jan 9, 2019 at 2:44 AM UTC

Lost

I love all things dark all provoking, touching, reaching, slightly beyond the bounds of the normal where the light will naturally shine. I want all things beautiful all lovely, lingering, eternal, lifting high into the cloudy kingdoms of fairy and extraterrestrial. I am all things lost all removed, confusing, unsure, stepping lightly in the alleys and the rooms of both strange and familiar places. I wish the three knew how to collide in peaceful but pleasing resonance.

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I don't know what I'm saying drunk and covered in fur I'm lulled and stupefied.

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Jan 5, 2019

Jan 5, 2019 at 4:48 AM UTC

Untitled

I don't know what I'm saying drunk and covered in fur I'm lulled and stupefied.

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Dark languid creatures in dark lavish rooms, Lost listless voices pulsing as one, with no past, no future, Gliding above the ground, blood thrumming As one, the crowds, the masses, voluntarily deaf and dumb.

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Jan 5, 2019

Jan 5, 2019 at 4:47 AM UTC

Living the life.

Dark languid creatures in dark lavish rooms, Lost listless voices pulsing as one, with no past, no future, Gliding above the ground, blood thrumming As one, the crowds, the masses, voluntarily deaf and dumb.

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You're gone again and I know the feeling, a familiar lingering pain. I knew you'd leave, it's not your fault, but it hurts all the same. They say you're doing good, serving our country's valiant goals... but the system is corrupt and its hard to pretend we're not selling souls...

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Jan 5, 2019

Jan 5, 2019 at 4:44 AM UTC

You're gone again...

You're gone again and I know the feeling, a familiar lingering pain. I knew you'd leave, it's not your fault, but it hurts all the same. They say you're doing good, serving our country's valiant goals... but the system is corrupt and its hard to pretend we're not selling souls...

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Tummy full of worms and mind full of death A wriggling roiling pain and painfully bad breath I am not your babe nor a pristine lass But I’m certainly the skinniest in this ****** up class

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Jun 9, 2018

Jun 9, 2018 at 2:52 AM UTC

Worms worms worms

Tummy full of worms and mind full of death A wriggling roiling pain and painfully bad breath I am not your babe nor a pristine lass But I’m certainly the skinniest in this ****** up class

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In the mirror I am grown. Fully, and wholly, a human being. Looking inwards I am small. 12 years old, marveling at the person I’ve become, and the person I somehow was and still am. Separate, side by side, I exist on multiple planes, in many directions, through all dimensions, different but constant. The same.

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Jun 9, 2018

Jun 9, 2018 at 2:35 AM UTC

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Windy blues and tortured greys, my nights are leaking into days, and over mountains cold and dreary, my bones are shaking, dry and weary. I pray you hold your flesh close by, lest it catch the wind and fly.

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Nov 5, 2017

Nov 5, 2017 at 1:20 AM UTC

Windy blues

Windy blues and tortured greys, my nights are leaking into days, and over mountains cold and dreary, my bones are shaking, dry and weary. I pray you hold your flesh close by, lest it catch the wind and fly.

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I open my eyes to glowing stars I close them to racing cars Lights, lights in the dark

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Sep 30, 2017

Sep 30, 2017 at 5:08 AM UTC

Pitch black

I open my eyes to glowing stars I close them to racing cars Lights, lights in the dark

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a drum beat thrums beneath my skin, steady, tense and straining. a widow dances deep within screaming of death and rot. with rhythmic steps and flashes of black blood thickens... expiration date determined, i eagerly await my turn.

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Aug 6, 2017

Aug 6, 2017 at 3:11 AM UTC

angstyasalways, maybe more so...

a drum beat thrums beneath my skin, steady, tense and straining. a widow dances deep within screaming of death and rot. with rhythmic steps and flashes of black blood thickens... expiration date determined, i eagerly await my turn.

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