#evocation - Hello Poetry

A memory is fading Like a plucked guitar string Life is like music echoing Leaving moments of loving But existence is tough can be distressing Recall is a flashback jogging Of those days we we're fooling Recollection of parties drinking *** & coke £10 to go clubbing A memory is a souvenir Everyday a memory a premiere Show God's cast a simper Smiling is like sunshine in summer Outnumbering grey matter of choler Make the most of every premiere May not be what the heart desire Your smile can lift any soul higher Transforming the human frontier

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Jul 15, 2020

Jul 15, 2020 at 10:07 AM UTC

RMMurray

Memory Jogger

A memory is fading Like a plucked guitar string Life is like music echoing Leaving moments of loving But existence is tough can be distressing Recall is a flashback jogging Of those days we we're fooling Recollection of parties drinking *** & coke £10 to go clubbing A memory is a souvenir Everyday a memory a premiere Show God's cast a simper Smiling is like sunshine in summer Outnumbering grey matter of choler Make the most of every premiere May not be what the heart desire Your smile can lift any soul higher Transforming the human frontier

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I am sick of all this fantasy, The interrupting memories And the pain that screams inside the walls of me In a prison kept there for risk of my insanity. And where can I scream it all out Without it coming back to me, Lurking around to smother me inside it’s mocking misery?

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Aug 10, 2019

Aug 10, 2019 at 12:05 AM UTC

Chloes-Not-An-Ange

Acerbic Evocation

I am sick of all this fantasy, The interrupting memories And the pain that screams inside the walls of me In a prison kept there for risk of my insanity. And where can I scream it all out Without it coming back to me, Lurking around to smother me inside it’s mocking misery?

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They were a living poem Writ of secret, sacred words Eyes locked with hers below him The past and future blurred

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Sep 20, 2018

Sep 20, 2018 at 12:38 AM UTC

z54

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They were a living poem Writ of secret, sacred words Eyes locked with hers below him The past and future blurred

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Thorefin, Therifen, Theraphin, Raven Angel. I do not expect you to undestand. I am he. He is me. She are we. We are thee, And there are more. I do not think This is something Ordinary men conceive. All the paintings of darkness Are not to impress upon the critics The level of my shallow depth, Nor are my phrasings for the sake of vanity. It is the darkness that gives lessons to the light, of things that I am not afraid to learn. Like a papillon in a season of change, I am transformed into a dark lamp, For I have stood in many shadows. I have soaked up the knowledge. In my shadow, Illumination awaits.

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Mar 30, 2015

Mar 30, 2015 at 7:12 PM UTC

cecil-miller

Dark Lamp

Thorefin, Therifen, Theraphin, Raven Angel. I do not expect you to undestand. I am he. He is me. She are we. We are thee, And there are more. I do not think This is something Ordinary men conceive. All the paintings of darkness Are not to impress upon the critics The level of my shallow depth, Nor are my phrasings for the sake of vanity. It is the darkness that gives lessons to the light, of things that I am not afraid to learn. Like a papillon in a season of change, I am transformed into a dark lamp, For I have stood in many shadows. I have soaked up the knowledge. In my shadow, Illumination awaits.

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