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Leelan Farhan Feb 2015
We have buried the (((center))) of our being in layers of rigid hypotheticals,
pouring the cement of impossibility and refusing to drill deeper for
fear of an oil spill, an explosion, the expulsion of a dormant soul.

[If we]
[[If you]]
[[[If I]]]

The taste of a silent stroke on my tongue,
iron from the blood of unhealed wounds.
Metallic memories refusing to be forgotten
fighting to be remembered.

[You fools]
[[You fool]]
[[[I am a fool]]]

The scent of a carcass creeps into my nose,
rotten flesh from a casket broken up.
Frankenstein fears refusing to be mocked,
fighting for resurrection.

Even the bones of ancient species remerge as fossils to be found.

*-lf-
©Leelan Farhan
February 13, 2015
Ordinary Feb 2015
I wasn't afraid of the angry skies with the whipping winds or floods of rain with the lighting or the thunder-striking and shaking

But, because everything is now a sea breeze, because everything is actually peaceful,
and thats
*terrifying
Its too good to be true, or to last
variantguy Feb 2015
Your lips
Your eyes
Tell dangerous
sweet lies
to me.

Your *******
Your thighs
Are the places
I fantasize
to be.

Your whispers
drown her cries
As morals
cease
to be.

I give in
Don't realize
I'm your prisoner
And you won't
Set me free.
Amitav Radiance Jan 2015
Truth always has to
Take that extra effort
Of herculean proportions
To dislodge deception
From the pedestal
Celebrated for long
Truth gets a chance
To establish itself
Having to prove itself
An irony
aj Jan 2015
my conniving, cunning cat
so quick to pivot on paws,
but caring enough to walk the alleyways that are my
head and heart.

your claws cascade on my soul,
and i know you love me,
but you are a collective culling..

i can't bring myself to return to sender,
love my ender.

my alley cat,
i can't help but surrender,

to your every rake and take of my being.

you are the poison i crave,
the liquor on the top shelf.

the cat that possesses the power,
to bleed me raw and,
steal the love i can't help.
10 part series about my friends
1/10
Jan Harak Jan 2015
I breathe your soul
it tastes like fire
in my mouth
a burning halo
around your head
devil or prophet
who cares?

Piece of Eden
down on Earth
life on speeding train
coast to coast
valley to mountains
all in your head
who cares?
Life is all about doing things you can live with I guess.
Raphael Cheong Jan 2015
Life is the riddle that you will never solve
A multitude of complexities weaved together
By the black widow of good hope
With a dash of unmoderated uncertainty
As you find yourself toeing the line
Between sadness and happiness
Life is that simple riddle without an answer

Life is the nights you remember best
Being up at 4am
Making a home within your cozy corners
Eager to escape
Eager to belong
But too afraid to try

The rules of life govern it as such
And sometimes we are privy to its restrictiveness
And we are not as free as we think we are
But time bends
The laws of life
And patience
Is the greatest reward of all

Extensive ruminations on life are futile
Life is as volatile as it is big
And we are best left guessing
Our magician's next trick
Some things are hidden just to be found
Some things you see it
And then you
Gul e Dawoodi Jan 2015
See with an eye  of  wisdom,
Yet you'll fail to understand the reality,
Drag the lies until their skin bleed,
Yet you'll fail to expose the reality,
No matter what you do to make them believe,
Deception  is the only reality.
In today's world,  deception is the only reality.
When you are able to understand the truth it's too late.
If you preach the truth, people would say either you are a liar or a mental case.
Because we believe in what we see.
And we only see what we want to see.
SøułSurvivør Jan 2015
~~~


at times i
come in dead of night
a horrible great pall... at
times a vivid picture of the
killer         in his         thrall
but my favorite guise will
come when you perceive
the light. you will
not recognize me
\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/
or know that you
m u s t  f i g h t !


no, you won't recognize me
for i have an art
but in my embrace you'll see
too late

the blackness of my heart


soulsurvivor
(c) january 20, 2015
Satan's favorite cape is
made of 'light'

~~~
Gunnyr Johnson Jan 2015
Pain, seeping through the body.
The one who see's it first, is to also see it last.
Deception at it's finest,  lying in wait until the end.
Crying out for the one that hopes to see the truth.
Dying eternally, not understanding why.
Unable to shed a tear to let loose the essence of life.
Pain is all that's true.
Pain is all that's real.
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