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54/M/Southwest Everyone has skeletons; / Damage is only for the strong.. / Death becomes the weak...
As many are the birds Filling the air of spring. children Labeled broken Wolves silently seeking The perfect pact As one they relish over A ****** feast mom
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Jul 9, 2020
Jul 9, 2020 at 4:04 AM UTC
Residue Lingering
As your eyes scan each branch, From seeds sewn past; Cryptic ambition, Noticed with just a glance... Forest green plaguing each limb, Beyond the glance, You peer; Bottomless, Are the roots clinging; Destined to disappear...
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Jun 26, 2020
Jun 26, 2020 at 10:00 PM UTC
BEYOND THE GLANCE
Footsteps becoming heavy, Approaching the Gallows Wood; Like the sacrificial cross, Of where Jesus once stood.. Memories fading, Like an echoes end; Unable to face, All the things you've been.. Destiny or fate, Still a destination of which you're late.. Evolution of a creation, No more than a mistake.. Decades of holding back, A soul now drowned from choked down tears; Standing before the Gallows Wood, A faint smile, Now replaces your fears...
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Jun 15, 2020
Jun 15, 2020 at 11:05 PM UTC
GALLOWS WOOD
As you sit back and look, Try to add it all up; The unshed tears among your disarray. Dripping water gone undisturbed, All the screams that went unheard Your memories eye's, Even turn away. Imploding air as you sigh, Buning bridges from past goodbyes Unchartered waters like tidal waves The many layers as to why Still determined not to cry As they force their way, upon this page Your memories eyes Still turned away. With the ink still not dry Your words of meaning cannot hide What your memories eyes Can't bare to take.
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Jun 5, 2020
Jun 5, 2020 at 2:09 PM UTC
YOUR MEMORIES EYE'S
Quiet becomes routine, as he walks across the room; His eyes aglow in dark, A child's impending doom. Beyond the Vail of innocence, Does evil now embark. Their hearts no longer trust, As with their hands they cannot speak; Silenced in their torture, By their love; A love that's now Becoming bleak. If I could have one wish, I'd wish that wish again; And again, and again... As one by one, their blood would spill, From each heart I hold in hand.. Nothing more than cowards, As they feed upon the weak; Though now, I'm turning tables, So no longer will they eat...
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Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 3:50 AM UTC
Turning Tables
As the dust begins to settle; And night, Falls. As your green becomes your gray; Your rooms, Halls. As your flame begins to flicker; Helpless, You crawl.. As your beginning becomes your end; You search, Recall...
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Apr 4, 2020
Apr 4, 2020 at 10:49 PM UTC
THE END
Although we are distanced, By voided space and standing of still time; Only recreations of our conversations, As mortality was left behind. Most impacted are the occasions, we celebrate though you are not here. Christmas's, Birthdays And anniversaries unfold. While the children of your children, Through their mourning still grow; Just as the human history, has most often foretold. Although we are distanced, Beyond touch and beyond sound; Beyond the rays of light and the darkness that vales. As to this world, I am still bound... Know, that I still grieve and my regrets remain real Know also, there is nothing, of which I wouldn't give, The remainder of my existence, had it meant that you would still live.
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Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 5:37 AM UTC
Distanced
Subsiding                  is that moment of rational deception;                                              Regaining,                        Is the desire, that is of my perception Releasing,                   Of my soul,  to the evil I aspire…                            Touched,                                              Once again,                            By A Prickling Feeling Within
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Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 1:48 PM UTC
A Prickling feeling within
Happy quarantine everyone. Please don't fret, Try not to fear; Take deep breaths and maybe nurse a beer. Soon we'll see, Although we know Another Chinese flu Another month to go.
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Mar 27, 2020
Mar 27, 2020 at 12:18 AM UTC
Quarantine
As I wade through these waters, Cold, damp and up to my knees; Looking forward to my next step, Rolling up my sleeve; When upon a sudden depth, I plunge... Deeper into my blackened sea; Unable to swim Dropping to one knee; Wounded by my needle, I BLEED... Feeling, as if only moments from my last breath, I cough with relief. Trapped in a vortex, As the swirling waves engulf me... Vision blurs, As I last dry heave; My chest begins to seize... Unable to swim; As I reach my reality. Wounded by the needle , I BLEED...
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Feb 20, 2020
Feb 20, 2020 at 5:35 AM UTC
I BLEED...