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we talked of dreams. nightmares imposed by steel. peace...war...rape. blindsided by desires of copulation.
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Hidden in the realms of numbness Watching as the world burns down
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The unattainable muse taunts me A bitter dream of recollection
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So aware of life's balance; Vision in the vast void.
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Silence. Alone with the thoughts that haunt me-
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A random call and a tear. What could you possibly want from me,
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The canyon's streamed red and gold,
Touched by a Grand Van Gogh.
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Lights brilliant in the depths of hell Ink blots in technicolor
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The night calls in sweet solace My thoughts tangle with the smoke.
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On a stage, smoke-stale Dancing to an empty room
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I heard of a golden road, Paved wide with dreams.
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Innocence searching for view, Gathered by the stale silence.
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The wind moved stealth-like in a standstill As the sun lowered its eye's to blink in the night
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The night closes in, claustrophobic in the void- A clear obstructed, fine mess.
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The night is singing, melodic and insane.
Voices interrupt my thoughts,
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Hope is a single rose,
Breaking through concrete's desolation.
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Summer bled with the heat of hopelessness.
Breaking down the freedom once known.
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His hands scarred,
His back-the consistency of raw meat.
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The fall, crashing and burning into the mouth deceit
Tied to the very fear that holds me in it's despicable grasp
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Concrete glistening, glitter bond Cracks hidden from view.
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The night shades the air; Thick in the isolation of longing.
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The night drains into a concrete coffin. The blessed night evolves by ring of stardust,
by Rogue-Poet
10 lines, 3 comments,
on Aug 5 3:16 AM
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Comfortable in death's skeletal embrace, Warm in the cool longing of need.
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The POETS language Reels and evaporates into
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A dead smile hiding behind a warm glow Fingerprints stain the conscience
by Rogue-Poet
8 lines, 1 comment,
on Jul 29 8:25 PM
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The slander walked to gorge itself on pain
The box frozen open by deceit's beguilement
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The night closes in a form of despair Strapped to a hideous memory
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Insanity bleeds on fresh concrete Soft, moist, chemical-compound,
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The lights glisten and dim in a dance of obscurity
There is no room here for love
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