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Before our thoughts were as they are, Before every dream became a scar
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Abominable Thoughts are these,
To scoff and mock such aquisitions
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Build me a cabin…
I am much too weak…
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Impending ownership,
coaxes the rain to fall,
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Flourishing upon every wave
is Repentance
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This is an introspective diagnosis
Upon your physical and mental well being
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i can smell the velveeta
its glorious scent permeates my nostrils
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Sleep Well
Rest the complexities of your mind
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His mind slithers
Across the cool slate
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The Tombstone stands atop a wretched hill
Brown grass adorning its surrounding wreath
by Coelogyne
18 lines, 7 comments,
on Feb 8 11:11 PM 2008. In Dark
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Whispers of the dawn
Steal the light from my ears
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The boy weeps now,
on his knees, in reverence
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Winter night billowing
stealing in free form beauty
by Coelogyne
2 lines, 2 comments,
on Jan 15 8:39 PM 2008
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The wretched night lays claim to my thoughts
Its icy breath, a reminder upon my cheek
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All around him
Fire burns
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Drowned in the ocean
They play no more
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The dawn creeps ever slowly upon the horizon
Its luminous glow hindered from release
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Fear this sight, before me now
A flowing river of silver, immaculate
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Wave upon wave
Of cold lifeless hatred
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Moonlight shines into a pitch black clearing
The small shaft of pale shivers in its frailty
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There is a Land Far Away
Where a storm is always destined
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There are rhythmic chants heard
Far off in the distance
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Let the light enfold you / Protection from the advancing darkness / Seek refuge in the sparkling twilight / Allow it you take your life ove
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High above out heads / The sun melts, in glowing gold elegance / In flashing orange and reds / Crack the sun / Let the light free / Golden rain, the colors run / Pouring down, sorrowed brilliance / We
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She hangs from the ceiling / Of a dimly lit chamber / If I concentrate, I can just hear her breathing / Her wings lay in tatters / In a poo
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lay upon the ground / feeling my head pound / screams of agony, the only terrible sound / Existance, pulled into the sky / all around me, no more children to cry / but i do, knowing im about to die /
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Im thinking too hard / Reality is slipping away / Dark-forged skys of madness / Gentle salt breeze of the bay / Corrupted soil, in a field
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Flick on the lamp / Noise fills the room / You turn towards the corner / And squint through the gloom / The air is stuffy and damp / A Figu
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I can hear the birds call / I can hear them singing in all / High above me, standing tall / Watching me suffer, watching me crawl / Though
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The trees are the coral / The Grasses are the sand / The Sea Snake lost all morale / The sea of the sky is our land / When we shoot into sp
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When I speak to the morning / I am beaten / When I speak to the night / I am burnt / At the end of the day / I am broken / Towards this agg
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leaves upon the soft ground / their fathers stand tall above them / the whistling breeze, the only sound / it picks up these children quite
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