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When your mind is at work
Walking in illusions of reality
Lying down sleepless
Thinking hard into a headache
Remembering what you didnt forget
Seeking for what you see though out of your reach.

You travel long distances unnoticed
Being hauted by the spirit of hardwork
Holding back anything that causes pain.

Look at how far i stand, forget my name but have a stand
You're not to see me soon
Efforts shall overspeak my actions
Jay Dayz Jul 2018
I cant write a poem today
because the endless words will fog the purpose
I'm sorry for all I've done
My mistake for being dumb
Were all flawed, were all hauted
But its me who couldn't see
I thought those thoughts were true
but it turns out they just had
selfish wished
all I blamed was for myself
for I am the most flawed
this doesn't rime
this doesn't flow
but neither do my thoughts
surrounded by all my lies
Scorch'd Diana Feb 2021
You nuclear, nuclear, power plant of energy
you amplify, what we see
what we hear, our misery
we lose control, we set you free
eruptions on each frequency.

Hauted by our lands you mark
haunted by our ghosts of dark
haunting waves which shine us through
as echoes screech now:
Us is you.

Eyes are looking, guessing, gazing
messing with reality, projected right in front of us
reapplying estimations
to apply the situations
scorched in radiated red within
these burns healed by geometry.

Seconds in proximity
years arc away, so yonder-far
avoid to speak of names misleading
defeating memory
hearts beating.

Genetic codes, imcompatible
recompiled concepts, generic
senses switch which sense makes sense
or which does not, or which will densen.

Evacuated bunkers, mansions
leafless forests, fleshless rubble
contaminated tenements, clinics
the breath of death kissed every brick.

Looking for guilt, deaf to solution
Drops eaves in suspicion, blind to the fault
the joke before the shock's intrusion
an inverted version of itself.

Dumber yet than afterwards
a blindfold of uranium sorts
glows cognitive pollution.

Oh, oh. Do not attempt to flee
No choice, no choice but to embrace
this anthropolar ecstasy!

Oh,
oh you nuclear
you nuclear
power plant of energy
you amplify, what we see
what we hear, our misery
we lose control, we set you free
eruptions on each frequency.

Hauted by our lands you mark
haunted by our ghosts of dark
haunting waves which shine us through
as echoes screech now:
Us is you.
David Crow Jan 2019
A million miles from home;
smoke and dust in the air,
the buzz from incoming rounds
and the sounds of artillery
prevailed over what used to be
a calm, quiet and very sedated
environment,
Two silhouettes could be seen
in the distance making their way
towards a compound in the
middle of a field,
One of them was carrying what
seemed to be an RPG,
the other - two rockets,
Come to think of it... if I didn't
take that shot, our advance
could have been hauted,
which is an understatement,
so I did it anyway,
One to the chest, one to the
head and guy number two went down,
All I had to think about now was
the RPG,
I aimed down my sights and....
he wasn't there,
I peaked to my right and tried
to see if he could be hiding behind
cover, though there wasn't any;
just sand and loads more,
I could hear over the radio that
our squad had a visual on a
target with an RPG so I asked
if they could confirm his position,
the seconds seemed to pass like days,
I felt sick all of a sudden when
I heard a loud explosion
and then silence... ... .
I could hear my heart pounding,
no one was responding on the
coms and I thought for sure
I was the last one standing,
I was just hoping the guy with the RPG
didn't make his way to the
other two rockets.

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