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Washed away, sandcastles, stacked grains of imagination. Sleepy, no resistance to incoming tides, lethargy.
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My blades, so shiney!
I glimse you face
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Hello, look up, its meee-ow whoops!
Well I am just a kitten,
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Look me in the eyes and ask:
When filthy, I begged on the sidewalk,
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Sitting sadly, typing gladly,
Into a world of digital muse.
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"During flight
keep eyes ahead,
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Like airborne embers, tiny points of light swirl,
rotating, pulsing, drawing ever closer to home.
by Dreamana
11 lines, 11 comments,
on Jul 3 2:32 PM. In dark
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Stacked.
Flints with no spark,
by Dreamana
4 lines, 8 comments,
on Jun 30 2:34 PM
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Shining children’s eyes consume all that they see,
Taking the little time they have, spending it on joy.
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Crossroads found,
or just a parting of ways?
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Hello, I am the Doctor,
I am alone,
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A butterfly with paint upon its wings,
A tiny bird with no voice to sing,
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Your arrival was announced, tiny with a warm tongue,
my puppy, my Jan, my mad, faithful running friend.
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Boo! Daddy pulls funny faces
Tickle! Dad making me squirm
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Do you remember
Those moments as a child,
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Looking over shoulders with mithril mist bedecked,
With sadness see I precious friends eternally well met
by Dreamana
9 lines, 7 comments,
on Jun 16 9:34 AM. Reward
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Never underestimate the power of a
hug,
by Dreamana
7 lines, 4 comments,
on Jun 12 1:27 PM. In fun
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Stealthy shadowed hands smear paint upon my muse
Greens, greys, black and brown swirl within my mind
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Dear Madam,
We sincerely apologise for the mix up at our factory.
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There is a word that some just hate!
Its does not start with F or B,
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This is the house that fear built,
A fortress to apathy’s inhumanity.
by Dreamana
15 lines, 7 comments,
on Jun 9 12:18 PM. Reward
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Silky, golden curls?
Just massage in,
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Inextricably Drawn inextricably towards your glow,
With legs walking strange paths indeed.
by Dreamana
9 lines, 8 comments,
on Jun 3 1:11 PM. In dark. Reward
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To George B
From me to you
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In death's garden there abides
On all the flowering trees
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The tide is closing in on me,
Climb, climb the crumbling sands!
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Resting upon the mossy bench
In gossamer shrouded silence
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With promises of deific stature and self will,
Vile echoes of an ancient lie stalk the soul.
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Vampiric tendencies translate into political manoeuvring,
Incisors gnashing as hopes lifeblood is sucked away!
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Socks in pairs?
Oh please, you jest!
by Dreamana
11 lines, 14 comments,
on May 22 12:10 PM
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Burrowing worms of hate erupt.
Their disfiguring deep infections
by Dreamana
3 lines, 8 comments,
on May 22 11:04 AM. In dark. Reward
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Broken and wretched, bruised and torn,
My Years trailed behind like broken wings,
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