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"ashened" poems
*A kiss from the night Drunk from all that pain Struggles to breath Can't remember her name Lost his eyes Love made him blind Hate made him see Scars remind A story that'll fade away Pages eaten by time Memories don't go away Weather is not kind Storms bash the home Walls ripped of from the bones All his secrets in the open Strangers are gone Who will love him now Caress and hold him now Wipe away all the blood stained tears Who will bring him down From the skies he wanders at nights Searching for a lost cause A moon that glows in anger A sun that's faux A wolf howls at a distance A dog barks nearby Night shows resistance Ghosts never pass-by A bleak view from a window And a madness from outside A letter of hatred Enough to hurt his pride He cannot see but whisper There's a tale hidden in the stones He warns once again About the rage hidden in his bones No one listens World won't skip a beat It Dosent matter Even if with blood he repeats They'll only see red Not what's in his head They look right through him Like staring at something dead He's afraid of the demons That guide him to scars Gently takes his hand Makes him draw on his arms Death , he mused Life had refused Where to walk now He is so confused And lies that destroyed lust Ashened black lies in dirt Forgiven but not forgotten In dark prisons they lurk Prisoners of darkness They weep solitude Embracing their fate Another sunrise they refute And to feed them love A mistake of the holy Wise seeks hurt Impervious of the story But a mother does worry If her child lives or not Thirteen cents For which he was bought She loved him and fed him hate Watched silently and smiled While he ate His mouth blood stained From the flesh of the saints Imploding the verses he preached Every rule he ever bleached Hands of god from heaven All hell broke loose when they reached And strangled his very neck Coldness in his eyes Staring at the mirrors that don't reflect*
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Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 1:08 PM UTC
Mirrors dont reflect
*A kiss from the night Drunk from all that pain Struggles to breath Can't remember her name Lost his eyes Love made him blind Hate made him see Scars remind A story that'll fade away Pages eaten by time Memories don't go away Weather is not kind Storms bash the home Walls ripped of from the bones All his secrets in the open Strangers are gone Who will love him now Caress and hold him now Wipe away all the blood stained tears Who will bring him down From the skies he wanders at nights Searching for a lost cause A moon that glows in anger A sun that's faux A wolf howls at a distance A dog barks nearby Night shows resistance Ghosts never pass-by A bleak view from a window And a madness from outside A letter of hatred Enough to hurt his pride He cannot see but whisper There's a tale hidden in the stones He warns once again About the rage hidden in his bones No one listens World won't skip a beat It Dosent matter Even if with blood he repeats They'll only see red Not what's in his head They look right through him Like staring at something dead He's afraid of the demons That guide him to scars Gently takes his hand Makes him draw on his arms Death , he mused Life had refused Where to walk now He is so confused And lies that destroyed lust Ashened black lies in dirt Forgiven but not forgotten In dark prisons they lurk Prisoners of darkness They weep solitude Embracing their fate Another sunrise they refute And to feed them love A mistake of the holy Wise seeks hurt Impervious of the story But a mother does worry If her child lives or not Thirteen cents For which he was bought She loved him and fed him hate Watched silently and smiled While he ate His mouth blood stained From the flesh of the saints Imploding the verses he preached Every rule he ever bleached Hands of god from heaven All hell broke loose when they reached And strangled his very neck Coldness in his eyes Staring at the mirrors that don't reflect*
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But the arsonist in a world of carpenters. I’ve got matches at the salute, wired blazoned between my every ashened knuckle, heart beat furious I’ll be this worlds iron furnace. Their flames dance and sprawl through flaunted finger and slide of hand, I’m the psychopath and these flames children to command. I dwindle fractured beaten to broken hardly live to bless lips with breath. I’ve but one choice, to torch this world to a forever neverness or stumble shadeless, a shadow to brush past life to exist to view. Always wishing to make a difference, to move, to make new.
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Aug 28, 2011
Aug 28, 2011 at 12:18 AM UTC
Playing Arsonist
Scream and shout Tell me all about How you hate my face Why i'm such a disgrace Pull in a crowd Mock me all around Tell me how ugly I am Nothing but waste Whisper 'em lullabies Let them be at rest Out and down going insane Lest they forget My name Throw 'em stones at me Let me be hurt Watch the way I suffer You be the judge Tie me in chains of pain Hot enough to burn my flesh Ashened black like my heart is Beat me up so I can't fight it Break my bones and shake my faith Bleed me of love to inspire hate Lets play a game of 'how much more can he take' And do it all over again 'cause just too much is at stake Take a right and prove me wrong Laugh at me and tell me i'm strong Lose patience 'cause I just wont cry Strangle me but just enough That I wont die 'cause death is too easy for my sins Sin being ugly and unwanted You say with a heart warming grin Oh child , can't you see What morrow may bring ? when the last drop has drained There'll be no more pain I'll be numb and cold With poison flowing through my veins When the stones are lost and my flesh becomes the chains By wrath of the gods I'll be a monster again I'll be the rage you tamed And an enemy you gained When all the love is lost And my flesh becomes the chains By wrath of satan I'll be angry again
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Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 7:17 PM UTC
Angry Again
variegated dreams overturning the ashened night wake, wake branch and twist to the music of the tide escapism of this world engulfed with itineraries and haste leaving fragments of vivacity in its wake like riding a comet through life stop, stop smell the roses make shapes out of clouds within the starry night rest, rest blooming minds drudging through the snow whilst in drought turning page after page within this infancy of human kind sleep and read but a line
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Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 12:26 PM UTC
Pause Along the Horizon
Slowly, but surely tearing you apart I can make it easy coulda made it fast then again, where's the fun in that? Now you see me, now you won't Still I'm standing on my own Under the ground, I lurk Behind those walls, I work Watch out, watch out I'm right beside you I'm the Gippeto in all those Pinocchio's Praising thee, fooling thou Knowing thy secrets as you go Skeletons in the closet unlocked by Skeleton key Under thy bed Pennywise will be Oh no, don't dread we've only just started Prepare my friend For far is the end Hey, look, a House a House of cards burning, ashened turned into dust blown by the wind gone in the air the whole little kingdom is reduced to nil Remember now and listen clear in every game, in every poker the Queen could never beat the Joker. Lose. Die. Repeat.
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Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 10:53 AM UTC
Juckerspiel
Molten stories smelted and poured like ashened gold. We turn to paper as coffers for lesser ingots - old. In hopes to lessen; nay, diminish thy gaping hole. In hopes to relinquish and set free caged memories stole.
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Sep 7, 2022
Sep 7, 2022 at 1:06 PM UTC
Ingots
Blargh, (repulsed) Blue moon, blue moon? (playful calling) Where are you? Where have you been?(tender) Blue moon, blue moon? (loneliness setting in as you gaze out awaiting the train that never arrives) What have you seen? Blue moon, blue moon? (heavy hearted) I've had a dream, (sigh) I've had a dream. (side gaze with a sigh) A slot of open and a bash of delight. (guileless) (Sigh) Oh, blue moon, blue moon? (glum) Where are you tonight? I need to leave this area! (fiery rage) I want to leave this area? (curious) yes?! (erratic) To leave this area? (humble bewilderment) To leave behind the crazed and the immature, the delinquants and the tyranny (assertive) Such dispair lies within their minds, lost like the foggy winters depth. (anguish) To wonder, if there will ever be a smile lay upon their ashened faces. (heartened) The once rosy and pleasant of all chosen places. (sweet blossom enriched with the crisp warmth of mulled wine) They went and they came, but never accepted, so left behind they became dilapidated. (nonchalant) Taken by their own obsessions! (dejected) Like the creaks of the night, they became the howls of the moon. (like cool chills upon the face, the bitter kiss of Jack frost scratching at your door(dead as the night, even the beat of your heart echoes)) Oh, blue moon, Blue moon!? (weep) Where are you? (nonchalent) A ponder here sat patiently waiting. (self pity) Blue moon, Blue moon? (inquisitive) Why have you left me? (sorrow) We've been here soo long, so patiently waiting. (tearful) So far no good, the cries not answered, will there ever be a moment of joy or will they ever be belated. (faded like the mist of the seas, leaving the bitter taste of salt upon the lips)
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Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 10:13 AM UTC
Blue Moon - A busy loneliness
Blargh, (repulsed) Blue moon, blue moon? (playful calling) Where are you? Where have you been?(tender) Blue moon, blue moon? (loneliness setting in as you gaze out awaiting the train that never arrives) What have you seen? Blue moon, blue moon? (heavy hearted) I've had a dream, (sigh) I've had a dream. (side gaze with a sigh) A slot of open and a bash of delight. (guileless) (Sigh) Oh, blue moon, blue moon? (glum) Where are you tonight? I need to leave this area! (fiery rage) I want to leave this area? (curious) yes?! (erratic) To leave this area? (humble bewilderment) To leave behind the crazed and the immature, the delinquants and the tyranny (assertive) Such dispair lies within their minds, lost like the foggy winters depth. (anguish) To wonder, if there will ever be a smile lay upon their ashened faces. (heartened) The once rosy and pleasant of all chosen places. (sweet blossom enriched with the crisp warmth of mulled wine) They went and they came, but never accepted, so left behind they became dilapidated. (nonchalant) Taken by their own obsessions! (dejected) Like the creaks of the night, they became the howls of the moon. (like cool chills upon the face, the bitter kiss of Jack frost scratching at your door(dead as the night, even the beat of your heart echoes)) Oh, blue moon, Blue moon!? (weep) Where are you? (nonchalent) A ponder here sat patiently waiting. (self pity) Blue moon, Blue moon? (inquisitive) Why have you left me? (sorrow) We've been here soo long, so patiently waiting. (tearful) So far no good, the cries not answered, will there ever be a moment of joy or will they ever be belated. (faded like the mist of the seas, leaving the bitter taste of salt upon the lips)
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So much is wrong with me, I see no end in sight. Though I walk in the path of freedom, I stumble and lose my light. The fire I seemingly showed to put out, Now is nothing more than ashened snow. I feel only the empty cold, Long before the fire grows old.
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Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 9:21 PM UTC
As The Fire Grows Old
The adelite dust settling Smothering-- Coppertinted foot prints Where we once played Graces Sullen with Pride... The Sun splayed&shimmering abaft Our collectif Charnel houses... Bronze hued& Yonder the fields of Spelt: Putrid plumage, Melancholy of Season-- Ashened from Time Immemorial--
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Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 9:02 PM UTC
Algor Mortis
The winter's sunlight is cold while we reach out to grasp the strings of light threaded through the sky. We glance at the ashened clouds, patterned with tree branches strangling each other to seize the free birds. Isn't it true that moonflowers only bloom at night, for they're afraid of the sun's touch?
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Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 7:10 PM UTC
Veritas
Scream and shout Tell me all about How you hate my face Why i'm such a disgrace Pull in a crowd Mock me all around Tell me how ugly I am Nothing but waste Whisper 'em lullabies Let them be at rest Out and down going insane Lest they forget My name Throw 'em stones at me Let me be hurt Watch the way I suffer You be the judge Tie me in chains of pain Hot enough to burn my flesh Ashened black like my heart is Beat me up so I can't fight it Break my bones and shake my faith Bleed me of love to inspire hate Lets play a game of 'how much more can he take' And do it all over again 'cause just too much is at stake Take a right and prove me wrong Laugh at me and tell me i'm strong Lose patience 'cause I just wont cry Strangle me but just enough That I wont die 'cause death is too easy for my sins Sin being ugly and unwanted You say with a heart warming grin Oh child , can't you see What marrow may bring ? when the last drop has drained There'll be no more pain I'll be numb and cold With poison flowing through my veins When the stones are lost and my flesh becomes the chains By wrath of the gods I'll be a monster again I'll be the rage you tamed And an enemy you gained When all the love is lost And my flesh becomes the chains By wrath of satan I'll be angry again
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Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 3:37 AM UTC
Angry Again
I think I'll just stop And it's fine if you don't notice You have a new match to light To spark up and ignite I'm fine in my ashened and withered self I'm tired as it is, so grant me my solace Let me rest finally after spending so many nights awake and alone with you I've been drowning in the melted wax and supposed dreams of what and how I'll just stop burning what's left of me And go back to myself that was myself when you weren't involved When nobody was ever involved
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Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 11:11 PM UTC
Stop
Her lips are so ashened that I feel the urge to lick them without seduction, yet I kiss them and don't complain. Her soul so dry that the rains fear her continues grounds of dramatic dryness. Yet I continue to water her petals. Her body so undesired that she barely looks at it. She carries each pound, from her unsatisfied lips and her ample breast to her thickened hips and woodened- brown toes, with a shrug of unacceptance. Yet I still explore her with the interest of the lustful. I kissed the lips of this wretched devil and grabbed Her by the backside as the knife in her tongue pierced my neck... But I let it happen. So maybe I truly am to blame. After all, to save a snake is a deed or valor indeed, but at the end of the day, the snake is the same animal it had always been.
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Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 3:18 AM UTC
To Save A Snake
Scream and shout Tell me all about How you hate my face Why i'm such a disgrace Pull in a crowd Mock me all around Tell me how ugly I am Nothing but waste Whisper 'em lullabies Let them be at rest Out and down going insane Lest they forget My name Throw 'em stones at me Let me be hurt Watch the way I suffer You be the judge Tie me in chains of pain Hot enough to burn my flesh Ashened black like my heart is Beat me up so I can't fight it Break my bones and shake my faith Bleed me of love to inspire hate Lets play a game of 'how much more can he take' And do it all over again 'cause just too much is at stake Take a right and prove me wrong Laugh at me and tell me i'm strong Lose patience 'cause I just wont cry Strangle me but just enough That I wont die 'cause death is too easy for my sins Sin being ugly and unwanted You say with a heart warming grin Oh child , can't you see What marrow may bring ? when the last drop has drained There'll be no more pain I'll be numb and cold With poison flowing through my veins When the stones are lost and my flesh becomes the chains By wrath of the gods I'll be a monster again I'll be the rage you tamed And an enemy you gained When all the love is lost And my flesh becomes the chains By wrath of satan I'll be angry again
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Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 2:28 PM UTC
Angry Again
Tell me about the hill where we placed our white bones, where we piled them up, in hopes to reach the wounded sky, the toss of dead eyes, staring, dreaming, wishing. Tell me about the knuckles that built rocks, And your body, crumpled over mine like old newspaper, like the lilies that stopped meaning anything to you, like the lilies you tossed out in the wind the day before. It’s raining over that ashened hill, but our bones will not melt, our bones will not melt - but why? tell me about midnight whispers and my legs, held open by your hands, tell me about the absent sun and the dead air that stopped breathing once you did, because I have forgotten if rain tastes sweet, all I remember is bitter on my tongue and salt in my lungs, when that same rain swept you a w a y. you always told me winter burns red, I didn’t get that until now.
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Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 1:53 AM UTC
tell me
Ancient wisdom                             lies in                             Bones The StoneAge                              didn't end                              for lack                              of stones monster ~                  monsters . .                                     everywhere                                                   whisper                                                   in a many ear                                      loud enough                                      to stoke our fears                                      playing games                                      of truth or dare monsters                                  and                                               their                                   concubines corrupt . .                                    before                                    we realize monster ~                                  monsters . . .                                   telling truth the many                                  branches                                  are the root the leaves  . .                                    that fall                                    aren’t                                    leaves                                    at all but ~                                    the devil’s call                                    to sacred fruit monster ~                                     monsters . . .                                      play                                               and                                                         hide                                      at . . .                                     sleight and                                      hopscotched                                                     truth                                      in                                      dead of night monster ~                                     monsters . . .                                     held ~                                                     my breath                                                                 so I                                                 can't breathe                                      and                                     blind ~                                                      my eyes                                                           that I                                                       don't see they                come                                   for                                               me                                               I'm alone . . !     all ~                                   the monsters                             are at home when: every                  blessing                                        is                                                    a curse                                                     every                                                                          word                                                     becomes                                                                           a                                                      verse souls ~                   have                                    fallen                                                  where                                                                they                                                                           stand                           in . .                                                                             ashened                                                       grey                                                                     of                                                       no                                                                    man's                                                       land all my colours . .                                           deeper shades ~                                           of                                           sombre thought                                           and                                           darkened                                           days intent . .                                           designed ~                                                                 just                                             to                                                                  survive lies . .                   contrived ~                                    to                                            multiply atomized~                                            in                                            the atmosphere                                            as dust oxidised~                                             in                                              the minds                                                                   of men                                               like rust monster ~                              monsters . .                                                     promises . . . . camouflaged truths ~                                                     that’s                                                                   all                                                                              it                                                      is . . . The American Dream                                                                            ain’t                                                               what                                        it seems it's just . . . .                                          another ****** up ~                                                  monster scheme . . © mingoáo - 明 - the Writings of Mingoáo Inc. is the exclusive agent, publisher-distributor of the Writings of Mingoáo. No part of the Writings exhibited herein may be copied, transcribed, reproduced nor transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, not by carrier pigeon, pony express, smoke signal, slingshot, sled dog, not even by alien spacecraft, nor stored by any information storage and/or retrieval system, past, present or future, nor translated, without the expressed written consent of the Author and Publisher. ~ Not to be Copied, Forwarded, Distributed, Shared Nor Transferred.
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Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 7:05 AM UTC
monster . . . Monsters
Ancient wisdom                             lies in                             Bones The StoneAge                              didn't end                              for lack                              of stones monster ~                  monsters . .                                     everywhere                                                   whisper                                                   in a many ear                                      loud enough                                      to stoke our fears                                      playing games                                      of truth or dare monsters                                  and                                               their                                   concubines corrupt . .                                    before                                    we realize monster ~                                  monsters . . .                                   telling truth the many                                  branches                                  are the root the leaves  . .                                    that fall                                    aren’t                                    leaves                                    at all but ~                                    the devil’s call                                    to sacred fruit monster ~                                     monsters . . .                                      play                                               and                                                         hide                                      at . . .                                     sleight and                                      hopscotched                                                     truth                                      in                                      dead of night monster ~                                     monsters . . .                                     held ~                                                     my breath                                                                 so I                                                 can't breathe                                      and                                     blind ~                                                      my eyes                                                           that I                                                       don't see they                come                                   for                                               me                                               I'm alone . . !     all ~                                   the monsters                             are at home when: every                  blessing                                        is                                                    a curse                                                     every                                                                          word                                                     becomes                                                                           a                                                      verse souls ~                   have                                    fallen                                                  where                                                                they                                                                           stand                           in . .                                                                             ashened                                                       grey                                                                     of                                                       no                                                                    man's                                                       land all my colours . .                                           deeper shades ~                                           of                                           sombre thought                                           and                                           darkened                                           days intent . .                                           designed ~                                                                 just                                             to                                                                  survive lies . .                   contrived ~                                    to                                            multiply atomized~                                            in                                            the atmosphere                                            as dust oxidised~                                             in                                              the minds                                                                   of men                                               like rust monster ~                              monsters . .                                                     promises . . . . camouflaged truths ~                                                     that’s                                                                   all                                                                              it                                                      is . . . The American Dream                                                                            ain’t                                                               what                                        it seems it's just . . . .                                          another ****** up ~                                                  monster scheme . . © mingoáo - 明 - the Writings of Mingoáo Inc. is the exclusive agent, publisher-distributor of the Writings of Mingoáo. No part of the Writings exhibited herein may be copied, transcribed, reproduced nor transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, not by carrier pigeon, pony express, smoke signal, slingshot, sled dog, not even by alien spacecraft, nor stored by any information storage and/or retrieval system, past, present or future, nor translated, without the expressed written consent of the Author and Publisher. ~ Not to be Copied, Forwarded, Distributed, Shared Nor Transferred.
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