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"darnkess" poems
What's worse? Missing someone and still not being able to talk to them Not because you can't, but because both are dangling from a weak thread A bit of more stress to it would shred it away Maybe it's something that I want - I'd rather die once and for all, and not die a little every time I contemplate things in my mind.. But I can't have it either, whilst all I could do was put up a charade - smile and shut my mind off.
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Aug 15, 2019
Aug 15, 2019 at 1:14 PM UTC
Darnkess
that's how you came, and that's how you'll be paint on a canvas wild, in front of me mind clashing and dancing, feelings from up above, or from the deepest dark gutters of endless belows you are something else and I'm nothing of the sort you'll have me in shackles and bandages in short but a bruised up toothless smile will rest for a while on the drifting dreamer Crawling for miles protons smashing mingling, mingling Receiving in space made in randomness and darnkess's embrace but there's no sense to make of what's happening to me I could go on for hours and you still wouldn't see these things come from nothing, these things soon to be from dimensions unknown, from foreign clearings a fraction of seconds For fractured Moments suspended in time in existing randomness we can't control how we came to be but it's your choice to make, it's up to you to hear me
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Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 4:03 AM UTC
entropy
A haunting voice echoes into the void. Light is engulfed by the darkness of the oncoming night. Many try to shout out in terror, yet only whispers escape their mouths. Dogs whimper as they hide with their caregivers. Birds cease their frantic chirping. The land has been enveloped by the night. Yet the haunted voice sings on. An aria for the darnkess.
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Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 7:00 PM UTC
Aria Solitaria
Sometimes something happens in my head, Like an explosion And from it a universe of words and feelings are born And I try to write it all down All the misery and the joy But there are so many thoughts rushing to be heard And I can't make sense of all of it More often than not art takes roots in darkness And darnkess changes things.
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Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 6:14 AM UTC
Darkness