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when you go to that lane
where the houses are graves
their rooms only pain
shadows' dark waves

where winds pause morose
light is barred
closed doors and windows
keep sunshine debarred

where walls are deadened
reeking of moss
the way is a dead end
weighed with cross

you would meet a hollow face
covered in hood
who would ask *all these days
you did what good.
 Jan 2015
Justin S Wampler
The Nothing doesn't care for
riddles or wits
The Darkness isn't picky who's
embraced in it's grips
The Infinite won't mind if you
doubt it exists
The Endless wants nothing with
the scars on your wrists
The Untold collective ignorance
ends in an abyss
The Questions without answers
wither on my lips
'Nothing' exists.
 Jan 2015
Ellie Stelter
every night since Rosencrantz died,
I've had dreams about dead goldfish,
their silver and gold scales gleaming sickly
red roses of blood blooming from beneath them
dead and bulging eyes staring at me.

every day I come home to find
Guildenstern still swimming is a gift
but the goldfish are still dead in my dreams.
They are always there
and I never know why.
Their bodies are piling up.
this is literally one of my least favorite things ive ever written pls stop
 Jan 2015
Sjr1000
I can project any fantasy
on you,
I don't even have to know you
really
I can love you truly
fondly, dearly
internal chemistry
hot hot hot
inside to inside
mingling
in
the early early
morning
in the late late
night.

You are my pixel cowboy
on a Saturday night.
I know you need a
woman like me
to believe.
I can pretend to
satisfy
your every need.
Magical love in 10 words
what's there not to believe?

Turn it on
turn me on
light me up.
We never go backwards,
We always go forward
each interaction
starts us anew.
It's perfect for me and you.

We can get it on
get it off,
We can meet
I don't have to be there
who said I wasn't
the perfect woman
for a cowboy like you?

Virtual love,
an endless Western horizon
now that's our song
sing with me baby
we'll stream our dreams.
 Jan 2015
Sjr1000
Willingness
or
Willfulness
We find our place
in
this universe.
Thank you Rollo May.
 Jan 2015
r
This is it
The only one

Everything between the rising moon
and the setting sun
is all you've got

It'd be a shame not
to make the best of it

It's a new year
What's done is done
Today is here

Move on.
r ~ 1/1/15
Happy New Year!
 Dec 2014
wordvango
to limit me
embarked on a quest
to mysteriously float above
what I and all was.

With stars as illuminance
as sharks swimming in the dark
I saw a new day
remade my bounds as limitless

and grew oblivious and shrunk me
and swelled all of man and kind and
spoke of difference,
to society, not of man but philosophy.
 Dec 2014
wordvango
to
never was or in between almost
and here on paths of worn leather
and jeans left in the corners standing
almost on their own
with bass drums from hell and guitars from heaven
lightning away
we went to together a dream
a wondered place of blacklight and innocence we
really never had or tasted sweet like
in a rush to maturity
we ran on all fours
drooling about doors and
Zeppelin and emerged
kind of.
Ten Years After.
 Dec 2014
wordvango
At times weird sounds
                     turn me on,
Like crying,
                     don't always mean I 'm sad,
or eating too many cotton candies
             does not always make me bellyache,
I whine!
         Big Heart just aches
and ain't always
           beating on time!
 Dec 2014
wordvango
I had a dream, but,
  awoke into half-conciousness and continued  on,      
           psychedelically candy visions,
where lemon trees grew apples,
            weeds were harvested to smoke:
the skies there, never black, were
                              blacklighted with Ultraviolet,
your face glowed with moonlight!
   eyes were shining bright with hope-
               televisions gave the news, that Peace
was sold on every corner.

            Then, I ran and leapt- like gravity had not been discovered yet!-
I guess, I had caught a vision of Heaven, then,
    woke up!
 Dec 2014
wordvango
the haziness of dream like laziness
smoke settling as fog around the mountains where I
try to climb are fires burned
in memory and wave as flags on top of steeples
I try to mount them all feel needless
when I envision them
shine glimmering breathe clearly-
the cleanest air-
like a weight has been lifted,
off a chest, where once
a pull and push entered, a darkness, felt
like a ton of fright.
Then I changed how I saw it all.
Got high, a clean one,
and imagined you
and I, alone.
 Dec 2014
Kelly Rose
The muse of
Edgar Allen Poe
visited with me
late one night
And the walls
of my mind
bled red

The muse of
Emily Dickinson
visited with me late
one night
And I found out
Death
is a real chatty kind of guy

The muse of
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
visited my dreams
late one night
Teaching me the sweet
depth, breadth, and height
of a love so true

The muse of
Robert Frost
gave me nightmares
late one night
Making me choose a road to travel
and reminding me of the
"miles to go before I sleep"

Smirking
my muse laughed
"just stick with me
kid,
at least with me
blood won't coat the walls of your mind
nor will you have to listen
to Death's incessant chatter
you'll never drown
in that big river
of love
nor worry about the miles you have to travel
so open your heart
your soul
and
what you will find
is the most
beautiful gift ever bestowed
your voice
and finally your song
will be sung"
12/17/2014
Just trying something new
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