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"eurhythmic" poems
Making minds that hide behind pixelated eyes- Dance like fools and fire to flies. Glued to the screens of the likes of me; You’re their dream. But does she look in the mirror and see what they see, Eurhythmic grace, or just celestial obscene? Do we know your name, Dream? Or should I call you Beauty Queen?
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Jun 29, 2011
Jun 29, 2011 at 3:10 PM UTC
Beauty Queen
Echoed surf a’ whispered shores Melodic rhythm ~ twilight’s dance Alone my love does play for you On mystic strings in winged romance Neath heartbeat sails of velvet skies Darkened shadow’s purple haze Transparent flows a’ shimmered light To harmonize with lonely days For hear my love, eurhythmic dreams Hypnotically our song takes flight Lyrically of purest sound Across symphonic seas this night
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Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 11:21 AM UTC
Across Symphonic Seas
Across Symphonic Seas Echoed surf a’ whispered shores Melodic rhythm ~ twilight’s dance Alone my love does play for you On mystic strings in winged romance Neath heartbeat sails of velvet skies Darkened shadow’s purple haze Transparent flows a’ shimmered light To harmonize with lonely days For hear my love, eurhythmic dreams Hypnotically our song takes flight Lyrically of purest sound Across symphonic seas this night
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Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 5:15 PM UTC
Across Symphonic Seas
hollowed chest of broken-hearted rhapsody eurhythmic harmony of maimed individual this sorness coated with exquisite luminance delineated ire on a hopeless romantic carrying nothing but a wall of felicity falsehood interspersed to young society tangled tentons of lonesome planetaries introverted, flying carelessly to abyss slitted throat, bleeds continually forming bath of inexhaustible spite collapsing world, enhancing grief crucial words of lacerated crowd vast space of regretful sparks lightly beaming on a decayed embodiment the superficies of counterfeit prosperity has fallen down into the limbo the only thing left - dejected face of a rotten, testy, vacant debris
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Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 10:13 AM UTC
i dig a hole in my chest only to realise i have nothing inside