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 Mar 2017 woolgather
Queen-Midas
I watched the ghosts of people walk around me,
Pieces of what they used to be,
Memories scattered around,
Hearts broken and stamped on in the crowd of the world.
I watched them slip away into the emptiness,
One by one as they turned,
And walked away, not once looking back,
As they faded into the twilight world of illusions.
I heard the echoes that day,
Of sounds that no longer existed,
Of love so rare that it seemed forbidden,
I looked up at the haunting night sky,
Street lights illuminating in the dark,
As a deathly hush fell over the entire city,
I drowned in the labyrinth of memories once again,
Surrounded by a mist of,
Shadows aching to be real once more.
 Mar 2017 woolgather
nivek
the great hustle of the senses-
indulge us and be free

the great con
beneath the pleasure zones

the answers to freedom
just beneath the skin

pleasures of the flesh
 Mar 2017 woolgather
Poetic T
Misery is a verse of my reflections,
still lacerating
         beneath caustic stanzas.

Words wound, fragments fermenting
              within me, and I chalk them in joyful remorse...
 Mar 2017 woolgather
Eriko
something
 Mar 2017 woolgather
Eriko
carry memories,
like the dirt underneath
fingernails

unpainted and hidden not,
carry scars like that
of roses  

and sing unforgivingly,
sing like mountains
pointed

at no one
 Mar 2017 woolgather
nivek
God looked at Adam and thought, 'I can do better than that'
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