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Bryce 3d
The buttresses hold
With rectangular image
The faces of ***.
Bryce 3d
Hillside tree fingers
anxious branches hear winds
and wave to old friends.
so, gather round where i
stand & listen:
THAT now by autumn's rumblin'
season; the world & Heaven's
army is moving forward, to
war.
All within my closed eyes:
dream if i could -- i would.
And now All is clear we're
all insane under rows of
personae's saber sharp-tooth'd
kiss and we, dear...are
bleeding beneath a lowering
curtain called, "The robe of
Ghosts."

:: 11-06-2016 ::
Jelena Nov 8
Dreams is what we see
Lies is what we hear
pain is what we feel
We are the monsters
we don't need a heart
we just need a soul
Something i wrote some years ago :D
I think I enjoy the pastel colors
That rest upon the wall.
Just floating in soft ease
With colors not too bright.

Sometimes I think
If I was a color,
I would be much too dark
And seldom used
Because of the own
Hue I came acquired to
Through all my experience.

Just painting my whole life thus far
Would seem a waste... I think.
But being so unsaturated seems boring.
I think I enjoy the shades I've mixed
Met, and laughed along with
Even if I doubt it.
Your
Pen
is
tantamount
to
a
Wand

When
You
write,
You
can
do
Magic.
I saw Writers as Wizards casting spells through their evoking-emotion-and -thought-provoking-words
Nigel Finn Oct 27
Take a break, because life is long
But nothing’s as bad as it seems,
When the reality around you’s all gone wrong
And the night just brings bad dreams.

As endless as life seems to be
Know nothing lasts forever
If not for you, there’d be no me
When my tomorrows turn to never

I don’t care who you are to me
If we’re strangers or we’re friends
My love’s for all humanity
And tomorrow never ends…
Found this in an old collection of notes that were almost lost forever. I'm leaving this one here so that I won't forget to work on it in the future. I feel like it has potential.
Dave Legalisa Oct 24
you
are not
an empty
canvas, honey.
you
already are
an art
that only
a beautiful heart
can appreciate.
Felon you are ...


as you always ...
live into my eyes ...
no matter ...
day nor night ...
you also live ...
so deep ...
inside my hearts ...
with every new beats ...
it's reminds me ...
about the guest ...
who lives always in me ...
whom stole my every breathe ...
whom i feel within ...
in spite of remoteness ...
i keep always ...
feel and thinking of you ...
wherever you be ...
i could feel you ...
hear you ...
even your sweet aroma ...
i swear that i smell you ...

sweetheart ...
what you did to me ...
how you could do ...
to made me ...
as a crazy lover ...
runs in a dark desert ...
running after you ...
following every star ...
into my sky ...
just to catch you ...
to talk with you ...
about the love ...
which you sowed ...
inside my heart ...
to be as huge tree ...
never ever to die ...

oh sweet angel mine ...
what you'v did to me ...
you got me ...
a crazy poet  ...
writing only ...
about you and me ...
and about the love ...
that i really need ...

felon you are ...
but i love you ...

hazem al ..
Seanathon Oct 19
The shadows and consistencies
        The same old songs are killing me

Today I need unfiltered light
        A life away from reflective screens

Today I need another me
        Today I need another me
the state of being strikingly different from something else, typically something in juxtaposition or close association.
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