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 Jun 2015
Poetic T
Infinity* had been there so long,
So many pasts where remembered for
Where one reality would
Pass,
Fade,
Forgotten
But for echoes that breathed unto the
New beginnings like a stain. Etching its
Way through this moment of clarity
But would taint upon a creation seeding
Into its fabric, a lost feeling, that moment it past into
Darkness,
Alone,
Featureless
Cold where noting but inanimate stones fell.
It was a path on which its existence was like
DNA, broken and scattered.
Now Infinity never let a tear fall, but this time
It was like a stone falling into time and cleansed
This lonely moment.
Now a time of yearning taken into the
Winds that spread a new kind of feeling.
Of hope not desperation, that followed
Each passing as life like a candle faded and
Then was like everything, nothing.
But a single tear fell from eternities gaze,
Now there is hope as we look up to the stars
Yearning to look into infinity pausing for a look upon its gaze.
 Jun 2015
Andie May ostrander
I am not suicidal
Sometimes I just get a little sad
And if you were to ask me
No I wouldn't get mad
Now and again I feel alone
Like my hearts made of stone
But what I'm keeping out '
is on the wrong side of the door
I don't know the feeling of being alive anymore
because although I can breath
Inside I am suffocating  
I am trapped inside myself
With the monsters inside my head
And the demons that live under the bed
I don't know if I could say this to anyone
but to myself
I write it out so I don't have to put it on the shelf
I am not suicidal
I just get a little bit sad
Like I am trapped inside an hour glass that's filling up with sand
Now I know how it must feel
like it was all your fault
But With these last words
their was really nothing you could do to help
 Jun 2015
Jason Cole
His shadowy brim tipped down and in
No face to place, no trace of chin
Revolver cradled loose and low
Cylinder whirs, chambers roll

Trench coat long, dark, and lean
Black boots gleam with choicest sheen
Right hand rested 'round bony grips
Left hand fans and never slips

Who are you?
What do you want from me?
Why are you here?

Your purpose is hidden
Your message unclear

Never a word muttered
Not even a sound
It's always the same
When you come around

Got to find my keys
Get out of this place
I'm weak in the knees
My heart's losing pace

Jump in the car
Pedal meets metal
Check my rear-view
For signs of that devil

At the stoplight
A peripheral glance
A sideways glint
A figure askance

Shotgun rider
A figment with a plan
The devil may care
But my mind made the man

©Jason Cole
 Jun 2015
Amitav Radiance
There is meaning within a meaning
Heart always wants to decipher
After unwrapping the myriad layers
With dexterous thinking and imagination
Every meaning is unraveled with time
It’s a labyrinth through which life goes
For the true meaning is hidden always
One who wants to seek passionately
Will trespass all the arduous challenges
Lay hands on the hidden key
To open the cherished door of the heart
True meanings are intricate ciphers  
Only the brave heart can decipher them all
 Jun 2015
Arcassin B
by Arcassin Burnham

Shoot down all my high points,
And start with me,
start with me,
start with me,

Theres A rope,
Theres a ceiling,
do you need help in containing it?,
seriously what are you doin!!!!!
is it too much for your little hands to grasp in utter Agony,
towards greater things to gravitate to,
and make everything clueless in the process of thinking out load,
and thinking what else did you have to do,
Thats awful,
make it worth your own while,
collect rent when its due,
being so picky,
we're not simple minded,
we know the sky is sometimes blue,
and when they call it the blues,
we must write a sad song full of sorrow and communist *******,
but flowers keep growing,
and others set the trend,
Not physically able,
don't look back on forever,
couldn't stop her from eating the apple,
but you cocked back and unloaded the revolver,
so shoot down all my high points and start with me.
Start Please !!!! I dare you lol
 Jun 2015
Arcassin B
By Arcassin Burnham

Crossing paths,
With nothing to cross,
My side is landmine city,
Don't make me blow your mine,
With rhymes and sentences o' plenty,

Been let down plenty of times,
And it'll keep happening,
In Diamond valley you pay the price,
On earth it wouldn't be happening,
Peace be still and behold,
There is no city of gold,
Thats what he wants you to believe,
Schemes are getting too old,
Like ice blocks are too cold,
To rarely put your tongue on,
Survive the strong , brave and bold,
All I know is pain,
Surviving on my own.
02. All I Know Is Pain - (18 Part 2 mEP)
 Jun 2015
Poetic T
"Knock,*
"Knock,
"KNOCK,
As a head went against the door,
Then a noise akin to a squashed melon
As their were no more tapping,
As crimson seeped under the floor.
"Breath,
"Relax,
"Look,
Through the eye hole, not like anything will
Be looking back,
Pausing,
I slowly look through this little portal,

"Eye spy with my little eye,

Really not the time to think of that,
I breath,
What it white?
Like piano keys, but with red tints,
Then pulls back, I see lips that are smiling forward.
I lunge back as a where eyes once spied,
A door splinter's, a thousand tooth picks litter the air.
I turn as I no what comes next,

"Run little piggy,
"Run as fast as you can,
"I'll peel you flesh while squeal and cry,
,
,
,
,
Beads of sweat pour from my brow,
I can hear it behind me
Don't look behind, don't look....

"O' ****, what the **** its dressed in a suit of white,

It laughs as it luges forward, lips curled
As if this was a demented game of kiss chase.
Dam fool not with that breath, here kiss this
As I grab a vase,

"I didn't like it anyway,

A jaw and flesh, like a stone ripples in a pond
It stalls for a moment, and smirks,
I have that saying from a Hanks film,
Run,
Forrest,
Run,
As I do in to a room I leave the door ajar,
Was that a mistake, as footsteps heard outside,
It treads closer, inquisitive to why not locked, shut
While I sit on a chair waiting inside,
The Door splinter as shards embed in the cheap wallpaper.

"Welcome white taker,
"Do you know that saying,
"A spider is ever patient ever waiting,
"For its dinner to entrap itself,

Well I have waited a long time do you know there are
things older than
Light,
Darkness,
Time,
Has a way of needing, and this time is to feed,
I could taste your essence from miles away,
Luring you with whispers in the wind,

"Didn't you wonder what urged you here,

As a fist flies forward, and a finger greets this enraged
Moment, thing of white, I smile as
With but a finger on corruption a fist does turn to ash,
Like butterflies it floats around the room.
I inhale consuming this nourishment, but more I must have.

"My time is now to feed,
"What were your words,

"Little Piggy,
"Little man in white,
"Your time is ending and ash you will become,

"I am not food for you,
I am darkness personified,
"I will not tremble in your presence,

And in a closed room, in a home nowhere special,
A scream of darkness* is heard enthralled in its demise
Butterflies of ash floated in the room,
Then they were gone, consumed in the blink of an eye.

"I do like these little games of chase and hunt,
"Mmm,
"What to eat next a feathered friends,
"Or feast on a city of those children of dust,

A figure is seen walking out of that area with a
Toothpick in his mouth,
People swore that he Yawned as if a big meal ate,
Rubbing his belly,
And that a black  butterfly flew out,
Licked his lips and ate it??

"I have a hunger,
"Be hopeful that the urge never takes,
*"In those dwelling you call home.
 Jun 2015
brandon nagley
When wanting realness,
How long must one waiteth?
When trying to show one thy love daily,
How long until they see it in full spectrum?
Forever lingering in lonely patience...
Tis
Tis
Such lonesome patience!!!
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