#entities - Hello Poetry

Her body is the color of the reddest roses, Cheeks shimmer with the brightest of highlighters, Eyes flooded with the thickest blood, "I am what I am," I am RM I am the red roses & thorned vines fused "If you look at me in the face, Do you think that you can find you? Do you think that what I have in me, Is what you hold in you?" Imperfections painted on the walls of a thousands cells in my library, A mural with demons & angels, Even though the borders of my enchanted forests screams hell.... Living I'm alive, I'm breathing better aren't I? She's doing good in life, But she knows she'll live 5 times, Because 5 is the magic number, Entities in 4 different colors.... Her face is painted with makeup, It's an illusion to the face, that she wakes up with, All of my good and happy moments , That have failed to exist, Can't you see it ? Her eyes shows what she has seen, Her feet shows where she has gone, Her hands shows what she has created, A monster living in a world not so sacred, On the run, she's on the run, In the night , She's on the run... This is her description..

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Jun 20, 2016

Jun 20, 2016 at 6:59 PM UTC

reine-monroe

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Her body is the color of the reddest roses, Cheeks shimmer with the brightest of highlighters, Eyes flooded with the thickest blood, "I am what I am," I am RM I am the red roses & thorned vines fused "If you look at me in the face, Do you think that you can find you? Do you think that what I have in me, Is what you hold in you?" Imperfections painted on the walls of a thousands cells in my library, A mural with demons & angels, Even though the borders of my enchanted forests screams hell.... Living I'm alive, I'm breathing better aren't I? She's doing good in life, But she knows she'll live 5 times, Because 5 is the magic number, Entities in 4 different colors.... Her face is painted with makeup, It's an illusion to the face, that she wakes up with, All of my good and happy moments , That have failed to exist, Can't you see it ? Her eyes shows what she has seen, Her feet shows where she has gone, Her hands shows what she has created, A monster living in a world not so sacred, On the run, she's on the run, In the night , She's on the run... This is her description..

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Figures standing in my peripheral With eyes like the void, paralyzing me Illusions fade to reality now Drift into the nightmarish miasma I thrash to no avail Fighting to escape their dead gaze Evading my vision Silhouettes flicker in the dark Dancing in the pitch black dead of night Hallucinations of aberrations Whispering in the back of my mind Manifestations of apparitions Phantoms fabricating Horror permeating my core Nocturnal terror Haunting my soul Manic visions plaguing Every fiber of my being Panicked and screaming Please God save me Perchance a dream Facade of reality Stuck on repeat I can't tell the difference Falling into darkness Hopeless to escape Painting a bleak foreboding dreamscape Minds eye collapsing to oblivion This existence consumed by shadows Trapped in this enigmatic consciousness My perception fleeting through the night

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Feb 2, 2016

Feb 2, 2016 at 10:59 AM UTC

duderocketship

Dream Eater

Figures standing in my peripheral With eyes like the void, paralyzing me Illusions fade to reality now Drift into the nightmarish miasma I thrash to no avail Fighting to escape their dead gaze Evading my vision Silhouettes flicker in the dark Dancing in the pitch black dead of night Hallucinations of aberrations Whispering in the back of my mind Manifestations of apparitions Phantoms fabricating Horror permeating my core Nocturnal terror Haunting my soul Manic visions plaguing Every fiber of my being Panicked and screaming Please God save me Perchance a dream Facade of reality Stuck on repeat I can't tell the difference Falling into darkness Hopeless to escape Painting a bleak foreboding dreamscape Minds eye collapsing to oblivion This existence consumed by shadows Trapped in this enigmatic consciousness My perception fleeting through the night

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It was upon the whim of an ancient cataclysm, That brought forth the faith of naturalism. The praying of saints and sinners alike, whether in the grave or still full of life. A judge of true light to be heralded as grand, Receives the effort of an avenging plight. Remember in darkness where the truth lies, as it lies in the beholder's eye. Trick our souls into feeling the withering cause of death. With one last stroke we shall take expel our breath. Break down these barriers and how they exist, Make all divinity crash down with it. What gods may conquer, they shall never control. For the armies of faith and secularism will be in turmoil.

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Apr 21, 2015

Apr 21, 2015 at 5:15 AM UTC

joseph-aaron

What heaven does judge.

It was upon the whim of an ancient cataclysm, That brought forth the faith of naturalism. The praying of saints and sinners alike, whether in the grave or still full of life. A judge of true light to be heralded as grand, Receives the effort of an avenging plight. Remember in darkness where the truth lies, as it lies in the beholder's eye. Trick our souls into feeling the withering cause of death. With one last stroke we shall take expel our breath. Break down these barriers and how they exist, Make all divinity crash down with it. What gods may conquer, they shall never control. For the armies of faith and secularism will be in turmoil.

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