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"loathly" poems
Lovely night, precious night Happy birthday comes but one day Blow the candle's head out Lovely dresses, precious dresses Party's started; I'm heavy hearted But a smile for you shall sprout Lovely whiskey, precious whiskey Slowly numbs the mind's thumbs Dawns skirmish now a blemish and I'm dancing all about Lovely bliss, precious miss I found and brought you one last round but i can't find you to remind you to my cause i am devout! Loathly night, nervous night In a corner with your former holding hands and making out Loathly friend nervous friend party’s ending, I’m pretending not to let my anger sprout Loathly club, nervous club Find a taxi with just one seat For dusk’s blemish will be a skirmish and we’ll be dancing all about Loathly sleep nervous creep not a word or just a verb so as to blind me and remind me To my cause i am devout...
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Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 3:27 PM UTC
Happy birth-night
I see nobody by my side, a certain urge of plunge ignited beside… But with my soul left all alone, I find no one correcting me when ‘m wrong… It’s human to err and to learn, through one’s rise and his fall… But eventually I see myself staring, entirely broken in the mirror on the wall… And hear the voices that echo deep, through inhuman brute yield that creep… The loathly sound persistent every night and day, with gruesome hate THE MAN IN THE MIRROR say… “look at me, when ‘m talking to you, perhaps I see you’re looking through… That gleam in your eyes that has now fade, not enough to make yourself persuade…” I find myself see blood in his eyes, and the unending solitude in the skies… I see the pain healing when I pray, now & then when I crave for redemption each day… The cruel intentions, when I see ‘m not satisfied, the chores, the day dreaming which has now died… All of the measures, desperately off the scales, making me believe that I see myself, and nobody else… I see the guilt beneath the shame, standing still, with eyes laden on the mirror pane… Sears of grief stricken life that remains, and the truth in my lies seem so insane… @manauwer
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May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 12:43 PM UTC
The Man In The Mirror