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 Sep 2015 Snow Wolf
GaryFairy
obsessed dexterity, less than steadily
resident of a dreadful destiny
festering breath, resting readily
weaponry of a four legged legacy

blessed be the death of pleasantry
presently pressed, a lesser pedigree
a specialty of a deadly heredity
expressed regression, distressed longevity
regression has a few definitions, i meant this one - (psychiatry) a defense mechanism in which you flee from reality by assuming a more infantile state
 Sep 2015 Snow Wolf
ThePoet
I can't handle
another death,
leaving me out here
lost and alone

I can't handle
another mourn,
leaving me lifeless
as a hollow stone

I can't handle
another grievance,
letting you go to
a world unknown

Because to save
your precious life,
I would give infinite
deaths of my own

©
 Sep 2015 Snow Wolf
Styles
Loyalty
 Sep 2015 Snow Wolf
Styles
Since she will always be my destiny,
my best is yet to come.
By the time she gets her claws in me,
I'm already done.
But I rather be her remedy,
than be with just anyone.
In all reality it's just the two of us,
in our world,
and I'm her number one.
 Sep 2015 Snow Wolf
GaryFairy
born with a halo shattered
human afterbirth in dirt
withered wings, feathers tattered
protrusions of pain and hurt

only an angel can be born
held by the devil's hands
flesh becomes hard when it's torn
only an angel understands
 Sep 2015 Snow Wolf
GaryFairy
i have a right to speak ALOUD
ALLOWED to give my two CENTS
SENSE of freedom in opinions TOLD
TOLLED by thoughts that i dispense

i have a right to let them KNOW
NO others have walked my COURSE
COARSE visions from my own EYE
I write in blood from the source
I have written these before, but I never really called it a new style, or named it. The rules are that you have to use a homophone as the last word of each line, as the first word in the following line. I capitalized to give some a better idea. I am torn on whether to call it a style or form. i also used an extra set of homophones in the second stanza...do you see it?
Darkness pervades; an empty whole.
Tears fill this broken bowl.
The nectar too salty to quench the thirst
A brutal reminder of what came first

A Blackness, a Void. God illuminated into being.
Beauty, Belief, Faith - a false way of Seeing.
The futile attempts to make the hole whole,
but it's Loneliness that resides in our Soul.

In every being sprung into existence
the Romantic effort of Man's resistance
is Love, hailed as the Cure.
But ask yourself, "Are you sure?".

At a life with Loneliness by our side
Love's importance becomes amplified.
But Love is just a wishful lie
it is Loneliness that embraces us as we die.
 Sep 2015 Snow Wolf
GaryFairy
As
Boundaries
Create
Distance
Egos
Fluctuate,
Giving
Hollow
Insec­urities
Justification,
Killing
Likely
Manifestations,
Nullifying
­Our
Purest
Qualities,
Reducing
Satisfactions
That
Usually
Vary,
W­elcoming
Xenial
Yin-yang
Zealously
whew...writing this gave me a headache...i tried to use one word on each line... xenial - of, relating to, or constituting hospitality or relations between host and guest
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