thenumen - Hello Poetry

Did I ever cross the line after this? All the sirens break the silence The memories will fade after the rain, right? Sing an aubade to my last poem, as the silence of its verses turns to sorrow To the bullet that I swallow and never escape One call away, and happiness disappears like a mist To clutch this dear, mindless life To lose in madness of pain, no gain, in vain Suffer like nightmare of a thousand years Sweetheart, will you stay longer Before the dawn explodes and the sun burns me? Glimmering light that hides from the darkness To the ambitions that turned me to the ashes The fire that lights me, deadly, into despair Here I lay my body, not to be the phoenix Nothing but the heart that beats in hurricane If I cross line Will you save me?

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Dec 6, 2024

Dec 6, 2024 at 3:33 AM UTC

If I ever cross the line

Did I ever cross the line after this? All the sirens break the silence The memories will fade after the rain, right? Sing an aubade to my last poem, as the silence of its verses turns to sorrow To the bullet that I swallow and never escape One call away, and happiness disappears like a mist To clutch this dear, mindless life To lose in madness of pain, no gain, in vain Suffer like nightmare of a thousand years Sweetheart, will you stay longer Before the dawn explodes and the sun burns me? Glimmering light that hides from the darkness To the ambitions that turned me to the ashes The fire that lights me, deadly, into despair Here I lay my body, not to be the phoenix Nothing but the heart that beats in hurricane If I cross line Will you save me?

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Every night of every sedative Not being addictive but only for reactive Every of them are the fear and sensitive Naive? Nope, I am not In a confusion, restless morning The hardest to get up I called them- what should I call them? Crowded in head Silent in dead How's to feel ahead

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Mar 16, 2021

Mar 16, 2021 at 10:25 AM UTC

Read

Every night of every sedative Not being addictive but only for reactive Every of them are the fear and sensitive Naive? Nope, I am not In a confusion, restless morning The hardest to get up I called them- what should I call them? Crowded in head Silent in dead How's to feel ahead

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When the dose come with lose And I'm in hazy wrapped in crazy Metamorphose in lachrymose I teared in a breezy dusk to the cozy bed.

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Mar 2, 2021

Mar 2, 2021 at 4:28 AM UTC

Don't

When the dose come with lose And I'm in hazy wrapped in crazy Metamorphose in lachrymose I teared in a breezy dusk to the cozy bed.

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I swim into the depth of sulpiride every night where those times I died like the dead roses when I took the stairs right to the light every composes derived the harmony of doses To swear upon the streams of reckless To the labyrinth of happiness here I go to come fire the enclaves Maybe nobody in home, hopeless

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Mar 2, 2021

Mar 2, 2021 at 4:11 AM UTC

Scramble

I swim into the depth of sulpiride every night where those times I died like the dead roses when I took the stairs right to the light every composes derived the harmony of doses To swear upon the streams of reckless To the labyrinth of happiness here I go to come fire the enclaves Maybe nobody in home, hopeless

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I lost in a most tragic post I can't recall the body when need to give it all who said freedom is fiery where all I had is misery They called it a maze where I exist with the blacklist I am in a haze The time will never end as I did in pace

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Dec 2, 2020

Dec 2, 2020 at 11:29 PM UTC

Penghabisan (Efflux)

I lost in a most tragic post I can't recall the body when need to give it all who said freedom is fiery where all I had is misery They called it a maze where I exist with the blacklist I am in a haze The time will never end as I did in pace

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it is a chaos within the line where the rain comes to vain the sun still in hiding and the moon on the high lie in restlessness the world in a curved of mourn

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Dec 1, 2020

Dec 1, 2020 at 3:08 AM UTC

Two

it is a chaos within the line where the rain comes to vain the sun still in hiding and the moon on the high lie in restlessness the world in a curved of mourn

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in the highest name of civilization in the sinking century blood-soaked world the curse of the the wretches' The torn country in a third count an electrifying cry all dressed in without real bury all the languishing curses

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Oct 9, 2020

Oct 9, 2020 at 12:28 AM UTC

Multiverses

in the highest name of civilization in the sinking century blood-soaked world the curse of the the wretches' The torn country in a third count an electrifying cry all dressed in without real bury all the languishing curses

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Take the nyquil Ended up swimming the ocean Laugh at the funeral Requiem require the pair Find the heaven We gonna dive in hell

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Sep 23, 2020

Sep 23, 2020 at 11:33 AM UTC

The mumble

Take the nyquil Ended up swimming the ocean Laugh at the funeral Requiem require the pair Find the heaven We gonna dive in hell

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it was in the late of the dusk wear off the mask I stopped the task do you ask I was in the bosk find me in desk I will make a rusk for you, the brisk

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Sep 1, 2020

Sep 1, 2020 at 2:34 AM UTC

Untitled

it was in the late of the dusk wear off the mask I stopped the task do you ask I was in the bosk find me in desk I will make a rusk for you, the brisk

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"But my dear, I was the slave of time. The butcher of tragedy. I was there committed to things people called unmatchable world. In a conscious or in a fiction. There will be always the percentage of how society play the role of madness and sanity in the same time. "

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Aug 19, 2020

Aug 19, 2020 at 7:00 AM UTC

ROLE

"But my dear, I was the slave of time. The butcher of tragedy. I was there committed to things people called unmatchable world. In a conscious or in a fiction. There will be always the percentage of how society play the role of madness and sanity in the same time. "

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