nemis - Hello Poetry

In the rain out with an umbrella black, Standing still with the weights on your shoulder. Passes by the passengers of time, Leaving footprints of moments enclosed in your mind. Traveling and meeting eyes, With strangers you may never find Again in this lifetime... Lost in the sands of time. Feeling broken and the heart heavy, Hurt in ways never imagined. Drifting down the window pane like rain, In solace you find your stay.

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Nov 1, 2020

Nov 1, 2020 at 5:35 AM UTC

Bad Nail Coffin

In the rain out with an umbrella black, Standing still with the weights on your shoulder. Passes by the passengers of time, Leaving footprints of moments enclosed in your mind. Traveling and meeting eyes, With strangers you may never find Again in this lifetime... Lost in the sands of time. Feeling broken and the heart heavy, Hurt in ways never imagined. Drifting down the window pane like rain, In solace you find your stay.

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In the bed the thorns out Piercing through my skin The red liquid flowing, peeling My body hollow. I want it, I need it I don't want to stay so I'm going Save the blessings for your sins You don't owe me nothing. Escaping the purgatory As the heart bleeds out Bones shed the skin Overcoming the impending doom. Slowly the world fades As my eyes turns black My soul subtly rise To reach the depths of hell. The last time I breathe in To fulfil my last wishes Grant myself death As it offers me in its cold palm.

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Aug 3, 2020

Aug 3, 2020 at 6:25 AM UTC

In2 Darc

In the bed the thorns out Piercing through my skin The red liquid flowing, peeling My body hollow. I want it, I need it I don't want to stay so I'm going Save the blessings for your sins You don't owe me nothing. Escaping the purgatory As the heart bleeds out Bones shed the skin Overcoming the impending doom. Slowly the world fades As my eyes turns black My soul subtly rise To reach the depths of hell. The last time I breathe in To fulfil my last wishes Grant myself death As it offers me in its cold palm.

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The moonlight of the scarlet eclipse, From the chasm of the phantom heart. In the void of the bottomless pit, Wandering in search of attunement within. Abstruse like the nucleus rigid, Fragile like the flower petal. Hummings of the oceans and sky, Quivering will, the fear occupy. In the stones of faith to pray, For the lurking fleshes of past which stays. Rippling through the time frames, Turning to the ashes gray.

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Feb 22, 2020

Feb 22, 2020 at 11:56 AM UTC

Nuclectic Muse

The moonlight of the scarlet eclipse, From the chasm of the phantom heart. In the void of the bottomless pit, Wandering in search of attunement within. Abstruse like the nucleus rigid, Fragile like the flower petal. Hummings of the oceans and sky, Quivering will, the fear occupy. In the stones of faith to pray, For the lurking fleshes of past which stays. Rippling through the time frames, Turning to the ashes gray.

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As the night grows darker, Deeper go into the abyss I. Circling thoughts of past Threads of the future unknown Fused with the time of present Deeper go into the abyss I. My eyes sees the journey through, Oh how my body it grows. Gliding over the blankness I go, The soul reaching out to cosmos. Scatters my body to particles infinite, As I cover the distance in the dark of night. Chasing the dark with the speed of light, Deeper go into the abyss I.

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Oct 31, 2019

Oct 31, 2019 at 12:34 PM UTC

Abysmal

As the night grows darker, Deeper go into the abyss I. Circling thoughts of past Threads of the future unknown Fused with the time of present Deeper go into the abyss I. My eyes sees the journey through, Oh how my body it grows. Gliding over the blankness I go, The soul reaching out to cosmos. Scatters my body to particles infinite, As I cover the distance in the dark of night. Chasing the dark with the speed of light, Deeper go into the abyss I.

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Broken clocks fixing the time, The elegists are singing the hymn. The sky shedding its tears, As for who will bear the bearer. The ink is fading as the time is near, The ticking of the clocks is all I hear. Second-by-second, minute-by-minute, Can't let them be my source of despair. Running before time to end up straight, Just to find it was written in the fate. I hit them hard they hit me back, Gained a moment, lost a million days.

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Oct 9, 2019

Oct 9, 2019 at 1:11 AM UTC

Constrandium

Broken clocks fixing the time, The elegists are singing the hymn. The sky shedding its tears, As for who will bear the bearer. The ink is fading as the time is near, The ticking of the clocks is all I hear. Second-by-second, minute-by-minute, Can't let them be my source of despair. Running before time to end up straight, Just to find it was written in the fate. I hit them hard they hit me back, Gained a moment, lost a million days.

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And in the end it's just me and my misery, Singing together in a voice unbearable. Looking the world beyond far, with vision scattered For the delight is more than I can handle. Dwelling into the riddles, Hard I try to get stuck in the middle. Nor I can fly, nor can I die For the wings of freedom and my hands, to ground, are tied. Fix me, heal me, fuse me to life These are words, upon I rely. No one hears, no one tries I wonder if it's time to say goodbye.

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Sep 3, 2019

Sep 3, 2019 at 2:44 PM UTC

Me and My Misery

And in the end it's just me and my misery, Singing together in a voice unbearable. Looking the world beyond far, with vision scattered For the delight is more than I can handle. Dwelling into the riddles, Hard I try to get stuck in the middle. Nor I can fly, nor can I die For the wings of freedom and my hands, to ground, are tied. Fix me, heal me, fuse me to life These are words, upon I rely. No one hears, no one tries I wonder if it's time to say goodbye.

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A body without soul is just remains, Free to roam yet bound in chains. Heartless beings with rotten minds, Feeding off on whatever might they find. Close to death, moment by moment Still avoiding pain and the torment. Living as slaves, controlled by fate Born to die, in a nice cold grave.

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Jun 9, 2019

Jun 9, 2019 at 1:57 PM UTC

Close to Death

A body without soul is just remains, Free to roam yet bound in chains. Heartless beings with rotten minds, Feeding off on whatever might they find. Close to death, moment by moment Still avoiding pain and the torment. Living as slaves, controlled by fate Born to die, in a nice cold grave.

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Days of laughs and midnight blue, From walking on broken glasses to morning dew. Do you know where the blinding eyes lead you? If you do will you still go through? The ashes of past and the echoes of present, Interwoven together with surprises enchanted. Driven melodies of magic and miracles, With moments of dry tears and laughless chuckles. Waves of time against the tides of tries, Deep you sink and high you fly. As the sound of silence slowly reaches, And closer the end of race towards the grave.

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May 31, 2019

May 31, 2019 at 2:01 PM UTC

Dispersion

Days of laughs and midnight blue, From walking on broken glasses to morning dew. Do you know where the blinding eyes lead you? If you do will you still go through? The ashes of past and the echoes of present, Interwoven together with surprises enchanted. Driven melodies of magic and miracles, With moments of dry tears and laughless chuckles. Waves of time against the tides of tries, Deep you sink and high you fly. As the sound of silence slowly reaches, And closer the end of race towards the grave.

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Soaking feet in river Racing around the world of dreams Me and you and you and I. Climbing up the trees We were wild like the grasses green Everyday a newborn star shined in our eyes. Now we are bold and older And has lost the innocence along the way Something which shined has now faded.

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May 26, 2019

May 26, 2019 at 10:29 AM UTC

The Lost Child

Soaking feet in river Racing around the world of dreams Me and you and you and I. Climbing up the trees We were wild like the grasses green Everyday a newborn star shined in our eyes. Now we are bold and older And has lost the innocence along the way Something which shined has now faded.

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Have you ever tried to look for the rhythm in your soul? Does it sings when you can't or dances when you can't. The voids of your life, days of thunder and sunshine Trying to fill it with colors though what might you find. Have you ever tried crying when it rains? Laying out on a summer afternoon, dazed by the bluesy haze Cool breeze strikes your face Does it remind you of somebody else? And as the last sunshine of an endless day passes by Out in the open, ocean full of stars fills your dreamy eyes. Have you ever tried being someone before anybody told you to be? Before the dark clouds gathered in your way. The thoughts of the world filling your empty space, Is everything alright? If not just say...

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Apr 25, 2019

Apr 25, 2019 at 9:40 AM UTC

Rhythm of Your Soul

Have you ever tried to look for the rhythm in your soul? Does it sings when you can't or dances when you can't. The voids of your life, days of thunder and sunshine Trying to fill it with colors though what might you find. Have you ever tried crying when it rains? Laying out on a summer afternoon, dazed by the bluesy haze Cool breeze strikes your face Does it remind you of somebody else? And as the last sunshine of an endless day passes by Out in the open, ocean full of stars fills your dreamy eyes. Have you ever tried being someone before anybody told you to be? Before the dark clouds gathered in your way. The thoughts of the world filling your empty space, Is everything alright? If not just say...

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