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A tree cannot shed its rings,
But she can lose her leaves.
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You’re just a moth;
Who will never be
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Some of the votes I'm sure of, others, I just needed to fill a spot.
by Nephlim
41 lines, 14 comments,
on Oct 5 9:31 PM
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Life, seen through glass painted with cracks.
Time, encased in a black-box with hidden scars.
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The water, calm as a sleeping lion,
With the wisdom of this clawed beast,
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The night of the restless;
Alive in the dying waves of moonlight,
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It’s late; she can’t tell if midnight
Or on the eve of morning.
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When love lies
Under hate…
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A spoonful of sugar on a three-foot mound, it lays still, bitter to the wind.
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Just a lover and I,
Our only cloak
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Fleeting reflections of speckled light
And bulging eyes travel high;
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You falter at the edge of the world,
Gazing back at the flat plains
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The sun seems to circle the sky,
Plunging like a golden vulture
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Slumped in the decades of wind
That have relentlessly beat them,
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Flying flowers shatter their shells,
Delicate brushes bruising the unscented air
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Underneath a canopy of aspiring leaves,
Spewed from the bulemic branches
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Dusk fluttered across the bleeding sky,
The celestial queen’s blazing crown
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The taste of moonlight upon her tongue
Intoxicates her primitive senses,
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It's a black and white Christmas,
Tonight.
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They leave their memory
Impressed upon the sky.
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These lines aren't mine, I just put them together =]
by Nephlim
24 lines, 5 comments,
on Dec 5 4:06 PM 2008. In Other
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A dream on the horizon;
The trouble is:
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The disfigured tree shakes her arthritic limbs,
Dying petals released from their midget stems.
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Curling red lips
With ragged tips
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Blossoming from the melted strands of snow,
Tiny peach blossoms open their timid eyes,
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Summer bows with exhausted ease,
Blown about by the October breeze.
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Semi-affectionate murmurings of love
Lacking that poetic passion he had,
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The intoxicating fragrance of seductively scented oils
Tiptoes through the cracks of shattered glass,
by Nephlim
30 lines, 8 comments,
on Sep 17 5:55 AM 2008. In Other
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In a soft, rhythmic way,
The tired chain links
by Nephlim
63 lines, 15 comments,
on Sep 10 6:18 AM 2008
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One fish, two fish, red fish blue fish. Sam I am [the cat in your hat]. I saw spot run. Spot Runs Fast. Read!
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Once, when youth was still secured tightly within and about me,
I held the stars,
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Resting in the folded crevices of her eternal mind,
She sighs. The world whirls around her, chaos
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