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Casper Dec 2018
The days,
My mine did break,
I was imprisoned,
Destroyed,
Swept out of existence.
A boy lonely,
A sad one.
Craving to look once more,
Happy.
I was hopeless,
Feast soon my misery.
Divert me,
From this morbidity.
Last I could resist,
No longer,
I will confess,
With tears I went.
Casper Dec 2018
There in the heart of the woods,
Like the forgotten answer to a riddle,
Lost,
The very path forgotten,
Is the sleeping palace.
All around the seasons are awake,
Busy glass blades rise up in springs,
Sheaves are stacked in autumn,
In the veins of the leaf,
Misty vapour in the valley,
But in the sleeping palace,
Nothing moves at all,
Nothing dies;
Nothing returns.
Full of grey more like a picture,
Than the pictures on its walls.
Yes I say,
The palace is full of men and women,
Every one of them alive,
And every one asleep.
The Butler is in the pantry,
With a flask of his master’s wine.
Blackout poetry from the sleeping palace.
Casper Dec 2018
Through the forest,
I have found,
This flower in love,
Who is he?
This despised,
Pretty soul.
With love upon thy eyes,
Let love forbid,
Sleep on the eyelid.
So awake,
When I am gone,
**** me,
Do not haunt me.
Wilt thou darkling leave me?
Casper Dec 2018
A flower within my heart,
Planted life,
My sweet Lily,
Whether she loves me,
Or loves me not,
Sometimes it’s hard,
When the roads dark.
Casper Dec 2018
I’ll come back another time,
Give my love, tell them I am sorry
For I cannot stay,
To her I will return.
Don’t know when that will be,
But I will come back here,
I won’t forget you.
haley Aug 2018
you couldn’t imagine
the
pains all over

Being
Fixed rigid
from
The
Shot

Another
pain in my gut
A horrible throb, throb, throb

it seemed to me that
I could not
Even if I tried to
Get
Out of the line of fire
blackout poetry from A Clockwork Orange, page 116.
n0r May 2018
these
gowns
***** Together
as We Wade
into muddy Water
~Proclaim The Deeper Magic~

Be True
To what we’ve learned

Be True
To our humanity

Be True To
What Has Called

Us To
Be
Editing of the 2017 Notre Dame Valedictorian Speech by C.J. Pine.

If you loved Michael Curry’s Royal Sermon I know you’ll appreciate Pine’s

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=pq71r7E_ZGU
RWM May 2018
the phoenix he helped create,
out of control boy without a dad,
shot the gun that woke me up in the morning,
while i drove into his driveway repeatedly calling.

your white shirt is now red
and the polaroids are drenched in butane

my sweaty hands gripped the steering wheel as if i let go i'd fall
my temples felt non existent
and i tensed up at the dinner table

death sat across from me, and my parents told me to love her
because she was part of the family
and she only visits at times

now you fly in peace,
i hope, my friend,
a man can't avoid what he's meant to do,
when he's meant to do it,
even if he doesn't really want to,
Dedicated to all those who I've lost, I hope you all fly in peace
Lux Falls Apr 2018
The candle licks the air
No breeze, just still, hot and sticky
It's so silent that I can hear my cat purr and my ears ring
My drink is warm and my stomach, rumbling,
but I love the flickering of the last and single light,
A love only I can appreciate in this quiet house with no children to interrupt or anyone else to spoil
this little piece of peace.
Written during a blackout.
Noxx Apr 2018
The last few months have been horrible
like wind next to your voice
there isn’t any connection but lightning
the whole point is to do better
than the ones that don’t have control
the crowd put a border around you
someone will encourage you to just give up
You’re being buried under thousands
of other people talking.

It’s better safe than sorry. Say “Hello,
welcome” Ask them questions; don’t argue
You are not the best at this but try

Set up a stream. Watch it set.
someone may join, keep going.
even when things go wrong.
Source material:
http://codedgames.com/10-tips-for-starting-a-twitch-channel/
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