sacred-johnson - Hello Poetry

These are the photographs of the darkness Electrified wind of witches from the underworld Thou hast break in the dust of your brethrens graves Thou art the blood on their tombs cracked walls Shall ye ground onto this eternal fraternity of bones Ye shall be of thy fathers salvation on day of the Sabbath Hail to all the nations of pale ghosts of mud wells Toll the bells in the pits of Thurash and of Mandonis This dusk is swarn upon thy return to land of beasts Seven days thou shalt fade as ashes we left with thee Farewell the sail of flesh in the sea of the dead Thou shalt rise to breath the winds of trees again

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May 21, 2019

May 21, 2019 at 1:19 PM UTC

Tribulations of The Sacred: Part 2

These are the photographs of the darkness Electrified wind of witches from the underworld Thou hast break in the dust of your brethrens graves Thou art the blood on their tombs cracked walls Shall ye ground onto this eternal fraternity of bones Ye shall be of thy fathers salvation on day of the Sabbath Hail to all the nations of pale ghosts of mud wells Toll the bells in the pits of Thurash and of Mandonis This dusk is swarn upon thy return to land of beasts Seven days thou shalt fade as ashes we left with thee Farewell the sail of flesh in the sea of the dead Thou shalt rise to breath the winds of trees again

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There is no wound on the surface of the skin can compare to a poke of a fingertip on your brain. Impossible as it is seen, but hypothetical real. I have no friend other than Pain, whom for years has caressed my mind and numbed my soul to an instance I was left with no option but to submit to her. All my life. Here I am stumbling through my memory Vine with red grapes bleeding and I am trying to go down to the day we begun our relationship. I can't find a trail. She haunts me everynight like she is supposed to put me to sleep but give me insomnia instead. She is so obsessed with me. She doesn't knock on her way inside my brain to tell me how I should dig my grave and lay myself to sleep. She runs through my veins that I cut often, my blood clots as always. Pain tells me to tie a slipknot but fails me every episode is unfinished. This friendship will never finished.

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May 21, 2019

May 21, 2019 at 1:16 PM UTC

Pain = bestfriend

There is no wound on the surface of the skin can compare to a poke of a fingertip on your brain. Impossible as it is seen, but hypothetical real. I have no friend other than Pain, whom for years has caressed my mind and numbed my soul to an instance I was left with no option but to submit to her. All my life. Here I am stumbling through my memory Vine with red grapes bleeding and I am trying to go down to the day we begun our relationship. I can't find a trail. She haunts me everynight like she is supposed to put me to sleep but give me insomnia instead. She is so obsessed with me. She doesn't knock on her way inside my brain to tell me how I should dig my grave and lay myself to sleep. She runs through my veins that I cut often, my blood clots as always. Pain tells me to tie a slipknot but fails me every episode is unfinished. This friendship will never finished.

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You don't need me, you need the things I have You don't love me, you love the clothes I wear You think I am not aware?

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Apr 28, 2019

Apr 28, 2019 at 5:01 PM UTC

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You don't need me, you need the things I have You don't love me, you love the clothes I wear You think I am not aware?

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This soul craved resurrection that blood splashed look as olive anointed. My flesh decayed for decades but these bones couldn't turn into dust. These lungs bond atoms and cells mitosise. My skin peeled, shed and bloomed again to rebirth.

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Dec 26, 2018

Dec 26, 2018 at 6:49 PM UTC

Reborn

This soul craved resurrection that blood splashed look as olive anointed. My flesh decayed for decades but these bones couldn't turn into dust. These lungs bond atoms and cells mitosise. My skin peeled, shed and bloomed again to rebirth.

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You love must be wicked Why is there cremation? Burning in my heart, Like my heart is The hell of fire?

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Nov 26, 2018

Nov 26, 2018 at 10:58 AM UTC

Burning

You love must be wicked Why is there cremation? Burning in my heart, Like my heart is The hell of fire?

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1 represents my existence on planet earth A good 9 years of innocence childhood fire 9 more to exhibit my love to the girl who lift my heart higher Here is 8 years to begin a new path

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Nov 12, 2018

Nov 12, 2018 at 11:49 AM UTC

1998

1 represents my existence on planet earth A good 9 years of innocence childhood fire 9 more to exhibit my love to the girl who lift my heart higher Here is 8 years to begin a new path

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Oh, this long road seize no end. Should I sue the contractor?

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Nov 12, 2018

Nov 12, 2018 at 8:16 AM UTC

Loneliness

Oh, this long road seize no end. Should I sue the contractor?

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We are nowhere to be "found" Because we are not lost.

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Nov 9, 2018

Nov 9, 2018 at 6:46 AM UTC

Not lost

We are nowhere to be "found" Because we are not lost.

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Petrified are the hoppers who fed on all the corn that died Terrified are the squirrels whose nuts were taken for harvest Angry are the birds that never seems to stubble upon a worm Hungry is the cannibal who tore my flesh and drank from my blood stream The hoppers will cut the dry hay pasture Squirrels will dig into poultry houses Birds will fly to were lichen surfaces rocks But this cannibal will hunger to death 'cause I will return, dust to dust, ashes to ashes.

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Nov 9, 2018

Nov 9, 2018 at 4:16 AM UTC

Hunger (the death of a cannibal)

Petrified are the hoppers who fed on all the corn that died Terrified are the squirrels whose nuts were taken for harvest Angry are the birds that never seems to stubble upon a worm Hungry is the cannibal who tore my flesh and drank from my blood stream The hoppers will cut the dry hay pasture Squirrels will dig into poultry houses Birds will fly to were lichen surfaces rocks But this cannibal will hunger to death 'cause I will return, dust to dust, ashes to ashes.

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Keke! Do you love me, would you read me? Say you'll never return me to the shelf?

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Nov 8, 2018

Nov 8, 2018 at 9:19 AM UTC

Book Cry

Keke! Do you love me, would you read me? Say you'll never return me to the shelf?

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