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Curse this wicked moonlit pen,
The witching hour draws close again.by The Chartown Gent 24 lines, on Apr 7 6:30 PM 2008. In Other -
Boundaries of language separate brain waves from heart beats; one thinks and the other just does as it has always done—swayed with the windby The Chartown Gent 48 lines, 9 comments, on Mar 19 10:50 AM 2008. In Personal, Life, Thoughts, Spiritual
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I woke up this morning only to find out that I was still living the same nightmare that appears in my subconscious.
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My name is Jakob Collins. / I have a disease, but they don't know what to call it. / It's part savior complex, part masochistic tendency. / I am selfish, ill-tempered, and tend to do as I please. / Which leads me downby The Chartown Gent 33 lines, 4 comments, on May 31 4:27 AM 2007
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There is a weariness in my soul that is compounded by the wind. / The wind that echoes through the chasms of space and time. / Space and time that fold back on themselves just like a folded napkin. / Only you can't walk
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I am invisible. / I walked to class today. / And I felt as though it was the last day I would ever walk across that campus. / / I don't remember how I get to places that I go. / I don't remember the in-betweens.
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I woke up this morning only to find out that I was still living the same nightmare that appears in my subconscious.
Blacks and whites and -
I walked into this abandoned house that used to be not-so-abandoned in a time not-so-long ago. When the laughter of children playing permeaby The Chartown Gent 10 lines, 2 comments, on Mar 20 3:33 AM 2007
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Brain rots to flesh appeal and skin textures reach deep into the muscle to the bone where the whole body is held up.
It falls and we all fby The Chartown Gent 24 lines, 5 comments, on Jan 23 3:08 AM 2007 -
I am a sub-genre.
That part of the story where you thought you fit in, but didn’t. -
As children, we played in the sun. And even as the harvest moon came up, still we danced and sung out at the top of our lungs! The glory and splendor of the in
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While walking down a narrow road, filled with sharp turns and long descents, I came upon an intersection containing no traces of civilizati
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I can’t think straight anymore.
When I’m with you, I shake -
When you hold my heart on a string,
Either cut me off -
His lungs caught fire and yawned
Like a falling angel -
He fell six feet far to stop
The voices of dissention -
Drain the red ink into
the washbasin -
An empty revolver for each
Hand at the side -
We would have to take it
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(I’ve got the splinters and rug burns to prove it…)
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The flame was drowned out
But you only rekindled the sunspot fire -
But that’s what happens
When you leave, -
And in his twisted little brain,
There they lay and gut each other; -
Tears of sorrow that run down his spine
Because he always looks over his own shoulder.by The Chartown Gent 57 lines, 15 comments, on Oct 30 9:07 PM 2003. In Personal -
And as this bitter dulcet plays on,
these archaic scars of loves past...by The Chartown Gent 56 lines, 17 comments, on Oct 15 9:17 PM 2003. In Angst -
If only he could hate…
-His head writhes with bitter passion,by The Chartown Gent 82 lines, 12 comments, on Oct 12 10:21 PM 2003. In Angst -
Pulling out the knife I left for you.
(I thought your corset fit a little tight…)by The Chartown Gent 54 lines, 10 comments, on Sep 26 8:29 PM 2003. In Personal -
A useless seraph
Now that you’re damned.by The Chartown Gent 87 lines, 22 comments, on Sep 17 9:22 PM 2003. In Society -
We hope (,) you choke.
("You know, God loves His children…")by The Chartown Gent 81 lines, 22 comments, on Sep 8 7:27 PM 2003. In Society -
Your innocence to life
Depends on it.by The Chartown Gent 17 lines, 7 comments, on Sep 5 12:16 PM 2003. In Other -
She hates
(you because you will not change.)by The Chartown Gent 71 lines, 20 comments, on Aug 29 1:59 PM 2003. In Angst -
I lie on the threshold of the dark side.
-Supraliminal,
by The Chartown Gent 71 lines, 7 comments, on Aug 16 5:53 PM 2003. In Love -
But I know that
This defianceby The Chartown Gent 67 lines, 4 comments, on Jul 31 7:59 AM 2003. In Angst -
May these stark words
be poignantby The Chartown Gent 74 lines, 14 comments, on Jul 31 7:58 AM 2003. In Angst -
Maybe I'd win some
if I didn't lose so much already.by The Chartown Gent 96 lines, 5 comments, on Jul 31 7:56 AM 2003. In Angst
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