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Cassandra Allen Feb 2016
I hear a melody in my head,
A song, and poem with an end.
The end is near as I command.
Left to be read by the living soon to be undead.
My poem,
Oh my song leads only to rotting flesh.
As my word are venom to your bread.
There no meaning just the ramblings of a mad person.
I am so mad, so tired, I sometimes seek death.
My heart shows no ache to the blind,
My voice shows no fear to the deaf,
My trust shows none to the shallow.
For my words are not a peace offering.
No, just the shovel.

The shovel for your grave.
Though I won’t dig,
But you will.
I did not undue you, but I began your undoing.
I feel somber today......
Scarlett Willow Jan 2016
My pencil is dull
I've been writing too long
But I can't seem to stop

I'm addicted to words
And getting lost in my head
It's all seems easier that way

The worlds I create are fading
The plots I develop are lacking
All because my pencil is dull

And I can't find my sharpener
My desk is so cluttered.
Prabhu Iyer Jul 2015
Let the film end before intermission
characters be underdeveloped
let the plot lie open like cut veins

and let the the background score
resonate in the hall at its shrill note

It's a broken piece of the heart
cracked into two:
two faces reside here now
on either sides of the chasm.

Make whatever you wish out of it
Sweet or bitter end,
tragedy, comedy or farce
or thriller or horror,
write your own story, make it up.

take any road up the hill
to eternity beyond.
Next up in the #Hermit series is this meandering, psychedelic piece.
Lenny M Jun 2015
Everything
I
witnessed
that happened to You
2 years ago,
Everything
that happened to Us
Last Year,
Is all apart of Our story,
I just want to start a new chapter,
And keep on writing chapters until
We
Inevitably reach
The ******
Story of My Life
Beating at a decreased speed the heart is yearning for a change.
The eyes they see an object and in envy they begin to crave.
One thought after another, it’s all the same, my brain is in a rage.
All of a sudden the thoughts become clear and fondness begins to sprout.
The envious eyes begin to mist with laughter and echo with infectious cheer.
Running down Mount Epidermis the heart feels a sudden sprinkle.
Quenched by a monsoon of tender affection the heart, it quickly starts to blossom.
A shadow no more, a feeling so familiar, the heart resonates like the beating of a drum.
depraVed Mar 2015
My shouts share whispers with the clouds above but fall on deaf ears here.

I cannot hear beyond the roaring wind.

I am eager to meet my end as are all the rest.

I hold such splendid moments in my chest as the earth's tilt shifts beneath me.

My pace has quickened it cannot further. The plot has thickened with mine own ******.

An aviary vision reduced to a glance.

One last moment, one last chance.
Danny Price Jan 2015
Face it,
I'm a follow up.
To use all this time and quickly cast aside?
Honey, I'm not so simple to avoid.
I'll make sure
to close up for you one day.
Ever wondered what the silent e in your life was thinking?
Luvanna Sep 2014
we don't have to live based on the novel plot
we own our own stories no one could ever write about
and those memories will always have chapter you mark
some maybe have torn and burnt
but it will be always a book
no matter how crooked the cover is
or no matter how dusty the pages are
there's always someone bother to read
whether it's only page one or twelve
there's always someone who pay attention to your last chapter
and keep you forever in sanity
bear Jul 2014
All is calm.
relaxing and re-energizing in the sun.
enjoying the sweet sugar-rich liquid.
With no time to spare,
Enemies zoom by in a flash!
Faster than a bullet
But still able to see its distinct wings.
Flying over again,
Dive bombing, trying to take over.
Both take off into the air soaring all around!
whizzing faster than the speed of light!
Racing high up to the heavens
then plunging to the ground at full force!
but able to pull back at the last second!
gliding swiftly across earth.
shrieks condescend between the two!
As they fight flying over the land
They don't even notice what has happened.
another hummingbird lands
and enjoys the sweet victorious nectar.
saw hummingbirds fight while outside and it reminded me of fighter jets
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