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TheMystiqueTrail Sep 2018
Parallel lines do not meet.
Together they travel,
all through a lifetime
savouring the solitude
of each others company.

Intact they keep their uniqueness,
never crossing each other's path, giving space
to the other to bloom,
flourishing in each other’s company.

Parallel lines do not meet
when they meet, they die!
Railroads always fascinate me!
The Napkin Poet  Dec 2016
PERISH
The Napkin Poet Dec 2016
All of life is which to live
When you reach the summit
God eventually gives
Nirvana heaven peace
Of all the variations I wish for none
Just an eternity with you
Only one
Carlo C Gomez Nov 2019
Humble
Snowflake
Lonely little
Snowflake
Melt in my hand
A moment
So sate
So sweet
You remember
Nowt
Of dying
To simply be

How I envy thee
Shofi Ahmed Oct 2018
What's in sight
is a perishing lie.
To see the truth
Save the eye!
Umi  Mar 2018
Bloody Devotion
Umi Mar 2018
To its mistresses wish, the blade dances through till she has been pleased, leaving a mess by engraving the scars of death as a mark, Alike a shadow she does not crack, cavorting a masacre of cruelty,
Berserking she follows the orders, shedding blood in fountains of death and misery without chance for this rage to stop without order,
Emotionless, cold, time is for her to stop moving when her ****** devotion consumes her entirely, swaying in the dark, destroying,
Tortured with true or false everyone disappears, time flows again,
A phantom glides over the sea of blood, in a mist, scarlet red,
Observing this would cause a riot of emotions to rage in pure fury,
Her name already burnt away, as a new one was given to her after this rumpus had found its peak, leaving the mistress in bliss, joy,
Watching their attemps to flee as they reach their dying moments,
Until those who get to close have perished, nobody and nothing left,
Cricling karma surely will catch them, after this sacrifice is done,
Warm blood melts the left over snow, laughter echos and reverbrates through the unending seeming night, bells ring, it is only midnight.
In the end her loyalty and efforts, her energy and love for her mistress
Are but a ****** devotion

~ Umi
Sophia  Jun 2018
Who are we?
Sophia Jun 2018
As we sit down to our dinners,
as we open our romance books,
people die.

We sip our water;
their guts spill open.
We study our notes;
their planes crash.

We live;
they die.
We breathe;
they suffocate.

We are testaments to chance,
to luck, to possibility.

We are not products of God.

We are blind goats trotting on our path
before we perish, suddenly,
and vanish into death.
OpenWorldView  Jul 2019
beauty
OpenWorldView Jul 2019
she fell from the sky
a graceful unique beauty
then melted away
Cyd Nov 2018
You were autumn in the bush that kept me at least tepid, as I made the unknowing decision to journey through that barren waste land. If I was anything to you i was a grain of wheat, I had to let my love for your fall and perish before us. You spent four nights inside of my tomb. You lead me to love myself in my own self perpetuated hell. Four nights I was able to set aside the fig leaves my late father gifted me. On the fourth you left my walls stained, the same color of your blood. Like Lazarus, it had seemed as though you brought me back. My yearning no longer a lamb but a wolf, with the sharp, black eyes that refused to be covered. And you were just another false prophecy.
LWZ  Feb 2019
Free Flowers
LWZ Feb 2019
You remind me of the changing leaves in November.
The shine and glitter on the snow mid December.
The soft pound and beat of buckets of rain,
becoming prepared for the blooming in May.

Every single day has not always been a moment to cherish, but without you by my side I would certainly perish.

You’re the shining warm sun on my face in July, and the clear blue ocean which continuously whisks by.

Most days I easily take this for granted,
yet others it’s as if my soul simply demands it.

An intensity that can last a lifetime my feelings for you evolve past one night-shine.
There’s a sharpness in the clouds as the sky turns grey, you’re the moon in dark hours when I go astray.

The malleable Earth to its rigid core,
I find you all around me, within the depths out of reach.
Forever more.
dani  Apr 2019
Used and Abused
dani Apr 2019
You dined off my demons
My flaws are what kept you afloat
You sipped on wine
As you absorbed all of the blood
Out of my raw corpse
You left me
Unsteady, powerless
On the cold, hard ground
Without me
You would have
Perished...
As you move onto your next victim
I pray that you have an allergic reaction
To her blood
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