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Breeze-Mist Jun 2016
Your eyes shine brighter
Than the milky way veiwed from Shenandoah
And twinkle more
Than all of the attacks and special effects in anime
Yes, this is a love poem. I've tried to avoid writing any because mine are a bit cheesy.
She ended are chapter and i started the page pouring the soul in the cracks of a illusion .

Covering over are truths to erase are lies does the sunset hide all its beauthy?
Do rains flood lands to bury the wrongs once shown clearly as scars bleached by sun now decayed within darkness.


You can never own a moment claims of the vain are but attempts to hide the harsh reality.

I never let her see through my eyes as i will not allow you to know the man beyond the page.

Whatever you imagine is far more than what i will ever be .
Leave me hollow to fill in the expectations .

I wrote her out
she walked away

The story is a creation .
Life inspired me in some other way.

Nothing hides your pains better than a simple mystery.
She read my words when at that moment she abandoned remorse.

Art is best veiwed from a distance.

Edges best remain sharp .
And the reader a excepted intrusion.
Nobody wins today
Jasmin Thomas Jan 2016
Wake, eat, sleep.
wake, eat sleep.
A documentation of my current existence.
Emotion has become a foreign word to me,
Replaced with simply nothingness.

No longer is the red which would burn my body,
when I saw him with her, smiling smiles of honey.
Gone is the blue, drowning me in her sadness
when I thought of all the people who have turned their backs on me
decided they were finished with me
those who were supposed to love me unconditionally.

"Goodbye" said I to yellow who would drizzle me in her warmth
when I veiwed the light shining though the trees
as birds sang , voices ringing with her colour.

For now I fly through life on auto-pilot,
never stopping to feel the sun kissing my cheeks so sweetly,
never stopping to feel the wind nipping my nose so harshly,
never stopping to feel.
Moon Shine Dec 2014
Sent away from the creature whom I lended all my affections
The world embraced a dreary monochrome
Shaking on substances I tried to forget
On a stage clothed in black and red
Soul running out my nostril, now it can never speak
Education is terrifying throughout timelines in which we feel tormented through hollow images of souls veiwed in hallways
And the ruby back of me, when remarks you can both discover and see
Smelling isolation with apathy
VIOLA D'SOUZA Apr 2018
Wait; pause dont panic;
Not all mirrors' reflect the soul.
There's beauty hidden deep within;
Every beasty thing that exists.
And ugliness is a trait of beauty.
Unseen and unheard in fairy tales.
Everthing made of star dust;
Has something magical within.
All snow white's are not fair;
And every prince isn't charming.
Nothing other than the black.
Could satisfy the moonless dark.
Every ugly, earthy seed contains;
An unborn beautiful flower.
Until it doesn't die of suffocation;
It doesn't reproduce beauty.
While cherishing the beauty of the flower
Why ignore the cause is the seed's sacrifice?
Would it be still an eye treat;
If the seed hadn't died a terible death?
Arnt abstract arts masterpeices;
Like the others present in the gallary?
Dont trust mirrors
They only reflect the phyical appearance,
Not the beauty of the soul.
Everthing is beautiful;
When veiwed from different angle;
From different point of veiw;
Not the one which we are accustomed to see from.
My weakness of silver is slivers of Raze that shine upon me hiding my Ray's of sunshine shaping shady subtle realities,
Extreme extroverts case introvert is escaping and rubbing off in energy ****** people's thoughts because at the ending off all simple relations of makeup dna there is a difference of compatibility even through similarities there is something not as big as me,
I'll change the way I'm veiwed in quick flick like thanos rub of my fingertips, a curse now lifts here is the fresh wind of chills winter till heater kicks...
Sinners and saints that does not longer remain in suspense ,
My phrophets Alighn and discuss while I vent,
I huddle there crowds when and while spies touch my system of circumstance,
I'm after if and it won't let me go,
Someone tell me I'm living a life I don't control,
I feel my face get number when I write what they already know like a headache between my ears that has the squint of my soul leaning in as my head Auto piolets and all of what comes unfolds,
My left ear prepares but Rose like Alexander till Bars work Mexican slander like a backstab of a Kane a Uncle owns with the skin of a salamander ,
I'l am the right way of thinking .
I respect the master, but not one of planet and awhat emerge after.
There isn't a plant I put since I was born that wasn't for the current me to breathe and be the words typed in my stone with prints that marks didn't wip with a gift or way of reminder that you idiots call lies to divide and print Syfy tricks ,
Simply put im the "Devine invent",
White light, dark light simple upbeat running up and down water flow between my spine tap tap window and expect new experience daily when I present,
I just need years to learn while I stay present and silent,
I want hugs food and times with no violence and learning of true human habits, I'm done with the child feel like all who have had , and only choose what now they shall get,
I thought you was supposed to loose your best friend but it was just my own personal death,
Now I ressurect and fullfil my quest,
Most the time I wish I didn't have to waste my time on worthless text and script of simple relations to love through intense massive introductions of wasted ***,
Chomosone is simple same
But I can't explain the feeling between my hands when I think of the appearing image because I'm always to big to help describe your living in the intervention
What else can I help the angel see with white horse she riding that I am the Lion ago arriving here I reside in a file of timing simentaniousky lining and placement arrivial of testing his energetic genetic execution is brilliant .
Don't be upset by your versions and read scriptures you fear the fact your involved only gives you chance at front hand vision to emerge as they already decided between good and evil at end,
Rule the marble in a simple version,
Happy to hear your finally understanding the inside man.  

I will only be a better me and keep my problems of evidence in written sublte substance,
I work with building only my name to sustain substance a wonderful and spread info of how can with all the at lived transform so massivley like this fast enough to gain such attention and substance. .. on and on ******* constant speaking words only trying to forgive and forget.  If only this sad string of live could be finally lived.
Golden revolver, clockwork, misspelled, fast waste of breathe, it's final, given up,
Keith Oct 15
Alien angles, and shapes never seen
Tentaculed monstrosities veiwed in fever dreams
Purplish lights appear as you sleep
From blacken corners the witch dose creep
Human headed rats, Brown Jenkins is sneaking
This duo of terror, for children are missing
A figure in black, cloak darker than night
The blind chaos Azathoth, still slumbering tight
Sanity lost, and life one can't count
The visions you'll see if you sleep in the Witch House

          Inspired by H.P. Lovecraft's The Dreams in the Witch House

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