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S D M T Oct 9
Mirror buried behind filthy flesh
Scratch and scrape with fervor
Futility rendered in weeping scars
Visage a nostaglic figment

Shivering and shriveling away
Distant laughter like tinnitus
Thumbtack to the eardrum
Piercing radial arrows

Spidery scrawlings plaster cell walls
Slipping through sensation
Swathes of silence part seas of noise
Salvation takes a platonic form
I tried to write a poem this time
A mindless wanderer amidst a universe of stars he cannot see
A stride as faint as a silent cry

Humanity falls through its destiny
Through the eye of an arbitrary blade of grass
Wavering inside the space between atoms

Never to see, what really is
Without a chance to pierce the veils that matter
Hopelessly loss within its simple borders
What about duality, when infinity is all around us

All we have is life.
copykitten Sep 27
Putting my hands over my ears
Intent on blocking the world's clamour
Once again alone with you
In this darkness of the voice within
Your sweet existence in my head
Saying 'I love you'
Caressing my name
Singing songs I'll never forget
For once, I just want to get lost
Carried away by things that don't exist
Forever walking in a dreamlike trance
Hand in hand with you
To this fabricated reality of our joint souls
Hallucinations, are you?
Amanda Noel Aug 29
It's easy to be blinded by evilry when you can't perceive the scenery, or feel the air we breathe.
But the trees can vividly explain the majesty to those who seek to see.
Perfection is being content in ones own world

Perfection is perceiving the cracks in the wall as a piece of art
Withered autumnal branches
Dreaming of blooms in spring

Perfection sought, to please the world
Leaves one imperfect and discontented
In this, perception oriented perfect world
Be unclad of all fear,
oh child that is mine,
of all of its grip and
its guile.

and go light as the air,
as the air, my love, as
the light and the air
at dawn.

                  * * *

Let your gladness be sought,
oh child that is mine,
be sought, the desire of your heart,

and may those that pass by be
the gladder for your touch;
the gladder, child that I love.

                  * * *
Be you clad in all colors,
oh child that is mine,
in all colors, my love, save one.

And that color you will hold
in the palm of your hand,
and your eye will always be on it.

                  * * *

Its weight you must ken,
oh child that I love, its weight,
that you'll surely keep steady,

for it's woe to you, and loss
beyond loss, if that weight
should ever be greater.

Oh it's woe to you, and loss
beyond loss, if that weight
should ever be greater.
Derived from a melody of the kantele, the Finnish harp.
Khoi-San Sep 9
When I look into your eyes
I can see true love
My wife
PMc Sep 2
A no hot-water turns Friday hotel frivolity into
“****-it” fortune and we just wanna’ go home

Burned toast with hard margarine, returns of
peanut butter and honey
makes most of morning’s breakfast
plugged sewers back toilets up non-serviceable
the bus is late, and the garage band sound-track is far too loud
conversation is inaudible, speed detrimental
spirit now dented

Stressors of first steps toward tomorrow’s last long look at love lost
bright financial future seeming more like
rainy Sunday afternoons

I needed a giggle more than ever
from you dear friend, a simple text
proved enough to lighten the load, broaden the smile
put it all into perspective while looking forward to our
one day together.
One of those days that starts out like crap - and we look at it in perspective and MUST make the most of the day we're left with.  Play the hand we're dealt so to speak.  One kind word or a good giggle from a friend can turn perception into reality.
Jules M Aug 26
When you look at me,
What do you see?
Someone creative?
Someone kind?
Someone beautiful?
I don't know many more,
I am not you.
But this is what I see,
When I look at me:
A monster with no heart.
An empty being.
A disordered pig.
A lost cause.
A basket case.
A lying, conniving *****.
A mental breakdown in physical form.
A high BMI.
A poser.
A wannabe.
An embodiment of indecisiveness.
But this is just when I look at myself,
So I'm fine if I just don't look,
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