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"disapears" poems
The bartender a europa server leaves me a shot of liquid propane. He moves past every silver dollar forgetting about the meaning of whskey and bull dogs. I watch cody a young university of washington student sneek In a  can of raineer beer (if he really  goes there) ill never ask him.              This is how lastcall always takes place:  a drunken masqerader our friend johnny Drops his wallet and kills a shot of jager.  ( are we drunk enouph yet) I order a taco and gain three hundread pounds tonight. Master of the pitchers.  He still dreams of being a physical thearpist ( he failed trying to take over for Dyrile). His new tall order of a job makes my anticipated buzz weaker.   Im tired of these long dresses opening up and spilling all over the dance floor ( the dj warned her not to) Our ladies still mention bach.  Inside of her purse hides a mystery knovel. Tueday means a victory at home.  Every player utters pride of being a regular. We sink the black eight ball knowing the bouncer gets in the way of ourdrunk enemies  ( a red head) He charges like arhino.  Hes a animal without areason to ****  But the bouncer prevents his six year jail sentence from ever happening.  Bexause were all forgiven like helpless bar rags trying to dry out before the mold and mildew contaminate our bull **** stories.  We all speak easily after the brooklyn dodgers turn every blue and white hat around the five head. He wont show us how the airforce cut his hair.  Every one of his is angry patrons drink until the switch flickers the message ( crawl home bfore the cops fish with dynamite) in the ruston pqarking lot. (Searching for fake DW'S)  each of themshine a britemaglite until the last car disapears still swerving like a skunk ptetending to hide in the storm gutters.
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Sep 15, 2013
Sep 15, 2013 at 6:05 AM UTC
enjoying the unicorn bar and grill.
The bartender a europa server leaves me a shot of liquid propane. He moves past every silver dollar forgetting about the meaning of whskey and bull dogs. I watch cody a young university of washington student sneek In a  can of raineer beer (if he really  goes there) ill never ask him.              This is how lastcall always takes place:  a drunken masqerader our friend johnny Drops his wallet and kills a shot of jager.  ( are we drunk enouph yet) I order a taco and gain three hundread pounds tonight. Master of the pitchers.  He still dreams of being a physical thearpist ( he failed trying to take over for Dyrile). His new tall order of a job makes my anticipated buzz weaker.   Im tired of these long dresses opening up and spilling all over the dance floor ( the dj warned her not to) Our ladies still mention bach.  Inside of her purse hides a mystery knovel. Tueday means a victory at home.  Every player utters pride of being a regular. We sink the black eight ball knowing the bouncer gets in the way of ourdrunk enemies  ( a red head) He charges like arhino.  Hes a animal without areason to ****  But the bouncer prevents his six year jail sentence from ever happening.  Bexause were all forgiven like helpless bar rags trying to dry out before the mold and mildew contaminate our bull **** stories.  We all speak easily after the brooklyn dodgers turn every blue and white hat around the five head. He wont show us how the airforce cut his hair.  Every one of his is angry patrons drink until the switch flickers the message ( crawl home bfore the cops fish with dynamite) in the ruston pqarking lot. (Searching for fake DW'S)  each of themshine a britemaglite until the last car disapears still swerving like a skunk ptetending to hide in the storm gutters.
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The moon hangs, like the main decoration on a very eerie christmas tree, gloomily in the night sky. Its gentle glow illuminates the world which is otherwise consumed in darkness. The giant orb, plump like a ripe fruit- yet glazed over with a chilling moss, inches higher and higher through the starry Milkyway. When the clock strikes twelve it reaches summit and stops - as if basking in its own awe. Gently, ever gently the music of the moon wafts through its carressing waves of moonshine - which hug the world below...and in the light of the full moon the fairies seem to dance and glow. Their tunes and merriment are in celebration of the magic of dreams and fantasy in the air; But suddenly it's not there anymore, and terror strikes the fairyfolk as they are abandoned in pitch black - The moon has disappeared. A candiflossed cloud eclipses the globe and steals the magic from the world. But soon the moon is free from its disguise and the merriment continues. Late into the night, when the goddess has long since begun her decent, like a silver'd over balloon, deflating - ever so slowly. The fairies go back to their flowers and trees, go back to sleep and the world begins to lose its magic again...the soft symphony starts to die, in a slow pianissimo. And just as she disapears, and sinks into the horizon, just as the dawn approaches, the world is engulfed in a deafening silence - in anticipation. And as if the interval had gone on for hours, the sky bursts out into a carcophany of trumpets, and orchestra; a crescendo jubilation as Apollo then edges into existence. He brings a new kind of magic; The magic of life. All this I see, all this I hear when I play my sonata. I feel the softness of the moon. I feel the magic as I dance across the keys. I see the world in a different light, through the music notes sketched into my mind. And then as the night dies, I experience the rebirth of a new day, through the rise and fall of my melody -   All in the span of just a few minutes and then its gone, all gone - And I am left starring, alone at the blank pages.
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Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 9:25 AM UTC
moonlight sonata
The moon hangs, like the main decoration on a very eerie christmas tree, gloomily in the night sky. Its gentle glow illuminates the world which is otherwise consumed in darkness. The giant orb, plump like a ripe fruit- yet glazed over with a chilling moss, inches higher and higher through the starry Milkyway. When the clock strikes twelve it reaches summit and stops - as if basking in its own awe. Gently, ever gently the music of the moon wafts through its carressing waves of moonshine - which hug the world below...and in the light of the full moon the fairies seem to dance and glow. Their tunes and merriment are in celebration of the magic of dreams and fantasy in the air; But suddenly it's not there anymore, and terror strikes the fairyfolk as they are abandoned in pitch black - The moon has disappeared. A candiflossed cloud eclipses the globe and steals the magic from the world. But soon the moon is free from its disguise and the merriment continues. Late into the night, when the goddess has long since begun her decent, like a silver'd over balloon, deflating - ever so slowly. The fairies go back to their flowers and trees, go back to sleep and the world begins to lose its magic again...the soft symphony starts to die, in a slow pianissimo. And just as she disapears, and sinks into the horizon, just as the dawn approaches, the world is engulfed in a deafening silence - in anticipation. And as if the interval had gone on for hours, the sky bursts out into a carcophany of trumpets, and orchestra; a crescendo jubilation as Apollo then edges into existence. He brings a new kind of magic; The magic of life. All this I see, all this I hear when I play my sonata. I feel the softness of the moon. I feel the magic as I dance across the keys. I see the world in a different light, through the music notes sketched into my mind. And then as the night dies, I experience the rebirth of a new day, through the rise and fall of my melody -   All in the span of just a few minutes and then its gone, all gone - And I am left starring, alone at the blank pages.
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people that died and came back amazing miracle and that's a fact a nurse Witness what its like that life does go on   to the other side and be yond we need life with faith that's alot for some to take On the other side yes theirs heaven those who were present to witness at eleven The reality is that its a fact and a miracle From here to the other side Believing the reality in heaven who were saved and came back no longer cling to the earthly thing when others that experience what it brings there they were and did not want to come back. this is real reality and that's a fact In one split second their souls disapears Prayers transcends time and places with no fears   souls from here to the other side death experience can be a wonderful thing passing over and coming back on angle wings death can happen in a miraculous way, it can also happen any day our souls come in and our souls leave We only stay til eternity.
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Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 9:42 PM UTC
FROM HERE TO THE OTHER SIDE
It started on an unknown island, between Malaysia and Indonesia. Not ever seen by rador nor satellite nor man. Ten miles long and three miles wide. A world of it's own, with riches so bright. A strange place of creatures not real to this world, nothing ever seen but it is very real. A place ran by aliens, high tech in speed. Things we couldn't dream of, things we can't see. A second plane just disappeared, that we know of today. I know these things because I work for the government. It's land of it's own in time and space. With government knowledge and help from the two planes. They manipulate there minds from a drug that's real. With the aliens minds and the governments control there building things that we will never know.  A ship that can travel in light years and a light that kills. It leaves no damage, and let's time stand still. There's no death or poverty in this world, there no world hunger or sickness or hell. There's only illusions of peace in this world. How can this be, how can this happen. Just close your eyes and one day it will happen
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Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 12:52 AM UTC
a 2nd plane disapears, aliens or not
Same time as everyday when the sun is setting, the boy goes to the lake. Sits and sits, he waits. . .until, Here she comes. No name, no knowledge of who she is. She just comes and sits on the opposite side of the lake as he. Both in full view of the sun. . .so beautiful. Both look at eachother, and the sun as it goes down. When the sun goes down, she disapears for the night. He sees her everyday, but he hasn't said a word to her, not knowing how she feels about him. . .he asks himself, "Can you fall in love with someone who you share such little time with?"
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Jul 20, 2011
Jul 20, 2011 at 11:55 PM UTC
The lake
The terrible thing is Nothing lasts -------------- The lovely thing is Everything disapears
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Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 4:33 PM UTC
Does It Really Matter
sitting in circles on broken lawn chairs and cold steps these circles were always broken with missing pieces and broken hearts held together with nicotine and drunken laughter the smoke rises and disapears fragments of friendships ending the circle of that fades which was the feeling the nicotine in our blood mixed with ***** and beer we lost the ball again better go buy a new one unlimited everything night buses mixed with smoke and ***** city lights that gaze down on lonely mornings the summer never lasts long our circles fade the chairs break the steps get wet the hearts mend and friendships last but where does that smoke go
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Feb 27, 2013
Feb 27, 2013 at 3:44 PM UTC
The City
Yes, we know too well that we must die, Feel the drear gusts of death the final fear the angry sigh- we know, we both know in each fading breath that all religion is a lie that grief disapears by and by and tears never bring relief the sun always brings heat we know all this but never ask why and smile together in careless defeat. hold my hand as we walk along forgiving love, forgiving wrong knowing too that above is neither further life nor duller song. hold my hand as we go step by step; slow, very slow.,
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Oct 5, 2017
Oct 5, 2017 at 7:27 PM UTC
WE KNOW TOO WELL
I hold my pillow, grab it's *** pretend it's you. But, I'm in Forever The time in between with you. It's hard as ever waiting, craving for more you. Hop on my pistol girl 'cause I've got shots for you. I was crazy, very crazy to just sit there and not move. Or, was I dreaming. How could I be good enough for you. I'm just a dreamer but, i beat Everest Don't dream that one dream 'cause even cheaters pay for that and losers stay there forever for free. Just free me from my misery or add to it my sea All the pain and agony dissolves when you are near me. The emptiness, it disapears even memories of pain. So come on back and pick me up I'll give it back with you again.
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Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 9:31 AM UTC
Even Winners Get Beaten
A heart can be fragile and broken on command Like a delicate snowflake landing in your hand It melts and disapears Never again to re-appear .. the same way again
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Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 1:27 PM UTC
Snowflake
I have a box A nice cozy box I try to make my way to the But...I never make it Out That doesn’t matter It’s still fun to try To push my limits But Still in never out I won’t go out I. Can push But I. Cannot Go out Because it’s warm and cozy in this box I know what I can do, I know, The extent of my abilities Why should, I push through? You’ll be regretting those words, One day She tells me I don’t care Fine, But what if Your protected world Just Disappears Drip Drop Drip ...
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Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 10:53 PM UTC
Disapears
That look, Her smile, Hipnotised, im being drawn in. That touch, The sound of her voice, Breathless,im going under. That kiss, Her eyes, Captivated, im lost in your charm. That moment, Those memories, I close my eyes, Her breath on my neck. My teeth clench, Body fully tense, Point of no return, I quietly find release. Eyes slowly open, She disapears, Heart sinks, Throat tightens, I remembered your gone and realised it was all just a dream.
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Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 2:04 AM UTC
To: ME SEUL AMOUR
That look, Her smile, Hipnotised, im being drawn in. That touch, The sound of her voice, Breathless,im going under. That kiss, Her eyes, Captivated, im lost in your charm. That moment, Those memories, I close my eyes, Her breath on my neck. My teeth clench, Body fully tense, Point of no return, I quietly find release. Eyes slowly open, She disapears, Heart sinks, Throat tightens, I remembered your gone and realised it was all just a dream.
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Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 2:03 AM UTC
To: ME SEUL AMOUR
Let us chase the sunset Before the sun disapears Sit by the beach on the bench Your hand in mine my dear Let us watch the moon rise Bright in the sky so dark Stars twinkling like diamonds Flickering on waters black Our moments together are brief Precious time keeps running away Soon you will have to leave Till we meet another day This parting is so hard my love And patience is a virtue Unlike the moon and sun above We will be together soon ❤ I love you L. ❤
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May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 5:31 PM UTC
Long distance love
The Magical garden of life I stand around and look at a far distant land of mystery with desire and walk towards a gate overlooking the hills high into the summer sky above my shoulders. A lady appears and calls me gestures to me with her hand drawing me closer to the gate of mystery and suprise l follow her through this golden coloured gate which reaches high into the summer sky and find a land of beauty enchated forest with rivers flowing down a step passage and flowers and light grows everywhere. The lady stands and looks at me her posture look strange like a ghost like figure wearing clothing from the past of yesteryear. I reach out to touch her hand and my hand passes through her body and she smiles at me and slowly turns towards a wall near the the garden entrance and disapears from my sight like the ghost of despair and into a distant new land . I turn round and walk back into the beauty of this new found garden forest and wash my eyes with the water dripping down from the waterfall behind me . I suddeny feel a sharp nudge in the corner of my back and l slowly turn around with fear in my body and the tears of sweat pour into my eyes the ghost lady has come back into my path she stands over me holding her outstreched hands protecting me in this beautiful garden of pleasure. I stand a gaze at the magnificent land and relax my body because l have found the true passion of life a beauty lost to life and a dream l never thought l would find. written and produced by wayne mockler copyright ownership wayne mockler
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Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 2:23 PM UTC
The Magical garden of life
The Magical garden of life I stand around and look at a far distant land of mystery with desire and walk towards a gate overlooking the hills high into the summer sky above my shoulders. A lady appears and calls me gestures to me with her hand drawing me closer to the gate of mystery and suprise l follow her through this golden coloured gate which reaches high into the summer sky and find a land of beauty enchated forest with rivers flowing down a step passage and flowers and light grows everywhere. The lady stands and looks at me her posture look strange like a ghost like figure wearing clothing from the past of yesteryear. I reach out to touch her hand and my hand passes through her body and she smiles at me and slowly turns towards a wall near the the garden entrance and disapears from my sight like the ghost of despair and into a distant new land . I turn round and walk back into the beauty of this new found garden forest and wash my eyes with the water dripping down from the waterfall behind me . I suddeny feel a sharp nudge in the corner of my back and l slowly turn around with fear in my body and the tears of sweat pour into my eyes the ghost lady has come back into my path she stands over me holding her outstreched hands protecting me in this beautiful garden of pleasure. I stand a gaze at the magnificent land and relax my body because l have found the true passion of life a beauty lost to life and a dream l never thought l would find. written and produced by wayne mockler copyright ownership wayne mockler
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I'm sorry the words ran out her mouth as fluid as the blood from her wrist Dont hurt me But it always ends the same he comes home screams laughs like its a game please he just smiles more she wonders what her life is for I love you he picks her up hugs her so tight her lungs start to shut he slowly brings her feet back to the ground he whispers in her hair **I love you to ** he smiles and she forgets what just happens in the living room and disapears into the feeling of joy she gets from coming near his skin they move on they fall in love all over again she smiles becuase he has he wired to follow him until shes dead I will love you to the end
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Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 12:47 PM UTC
Smile