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reyftamayo Aug 25
Everlasting
sentinel of forever
keeper of time
lie with me
in the forest sometime
let the droplets
of memory
**** the nerves
of my consciousness
along with the many
summer songs and
midnight rains therein
everlasting
lover of infinity
timeless and prime
sigh with me
in a melodic mime
dampen my senses
denude my mind
free me from
the utopian paradise
of realistic sham
everlasting
master of moments
endless and divine
eternal
immortal
celestial
LB Jul 8
1
There's a rabbit living under my bed and she knows all my secrets.
Amanda Hawk Jul 3
Vowels and consonants

Pool together into words

As my emotions rain down

The grim and grit

Of every memory clings

To each sentence

Until I step in

Then they collect on me

Dampening fingertips

And soaking my tongue

I jump in

Splashing out thoughts

Until I am coated in my imagination

I stomp through

The puddles of letters

Saturating me with words

And sentences are dripping

From my chin
Sadie Grace Jul 3
i'm sentenced to house arrest
by my own fear
Bailey May 16
Ringing ears
Bloodshot eyes
Frozen tears

Hazy skies
Red blue cry's
Stone cold memories

These are the symptoms
This is my sentence
My never forgotten

Why did I do this
Mrs Timetable Apr 25
If I could read your mind
It would be reading mine
And we would say it
At the exact same time
Funny how that happens
Completing the Pattern
by Michael R. Burch

Walk with me now, among the transfixed dead
who kept life’s compact and who thus endure
harsh sentence here—among pink-petaled beds
and manicured green lawns. The sky’s azure,
pale blue once like their eyes, will gleam blood-red
at last when sunset staggers to the door
of each white mausoleum, to inquire—
"What use, O things of erstwhile loveliness?"

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I wish to stretch out eternity into a more tender, finite time.
Amanda Feb 19
This must be destiny

I hear echoes of warnings from my former self ricocheting in my head

This must be deserved for the plethora of ways I have hurt people

To mark me with pain I will remember and maybe be a better person

This must be fate
There was no other way out

I still hope things will improve but I think this suffering was intended and therefore my punishment must be served
Guilty as charged
Empress Asa Feb 5
I have my own world..
Different from the others..

I have my own rules..
It's depending on the situation..

I have my own statement..
It's beyond of my delution..

I like make a sentences with a difficult word to understand..
It's all of my hallucination..
And make my previous life become my imagination...
Then, good night...
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