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The sky-reflective, rain-soaked pavement seemed to me a dull, blue tarp
And the sound of Silver Zion made my heart a living, trembling harpby ghostofligeia 26 lines, on Dec 2 9:06 PM -
Oh, Merciful Father!
Could I liquefy, and pour out into the earth,by ghostofligeia 36 lines, 1 comment, on Dec 1 2:08 PM. In Depression, Spirituality, Transience, Phases of Matter -
I aspire to be your therapist
The kind ears your mouth seeks when this life gets you downby ghostofligeia 34 lines, on Sep 5 7:43 PM. In Love (Unrequited) -
‘Twas brilliant, how those icy coves
Did shine and shimmer ’neath the wavesby ghostofligeia 33 lines, 2 comments, on Jul 29 7:10 PM -
Your lips on mine...
I feel your hair play gently across my hand, softer than the mildest summer breeze -
A black, sickly numbness comprising my bones
Disillusioned with light and tumultuous tonesby ghostofligeia 19 lines, 5 comments, on Feb 24 5:44 PM -
You seem to me an oceanic octavarium
As I gaze at your brilliant, bejeweled surfaceby ghostofligeia 32 lines, 1 comment, on Jan 17 4:02 PM. In Love (Unrequited), Depression, Extended Metaphor -
Let's watch intently, this Colossus is fit for a fall
And several snaking fissures stride along the Great Wall -
You think I could be your Marius?
I know you'd be my Cosetteby ghostofligeia 37 lines, 5 comments, on Nov 24 5:22 PM 2008. In Love (Unrequited) -
I could listen to you laugh forever
Put me in the fucking ground -
Let's watch as cities burn
Let us gaze on as civilization faltersby ghostofligeia 23 lines, 2 comments, on Nov 24 4:52 PM 2008 -
Existence is merely a massive collection
Of cheap travesties, and grand imperfections -
At one time, our eyes can only take in so much
And in time, our bodies, they'll just turn to dustby ghostofligeia 18 lines, on Nov 24 3:35 PM 2008 -
Darkest night surrounds, the blackest jet
Sick sorrow abounds, the product of death -
Cold, concrete consistency
Confounds, confuses, vexes meby ghostofligeia 40 lines, 4 comments, on Nov 24 3:17 PM 2008. In Spiritual, Hope, Allusion, Existence -
The storm clouds stew like sepulchers
Silent and still, dark and foreboding -
I was the Egypt of old, wholly unassailable
On one side, I'd set up the vast, voracious seaby ghostofligeia 46 lines, 1 comment, on Nov 23 2:52 AM 2008. In Depression, Love, Free-Verse, Metaphor -
Eyes start to roll, empty dreamers in their nests
Surrender control, take leave of all stress -
Blinded by sorrow, alone and broken
The extent of my depression could not be spoken -
Its pursuit is inescapable, and its defenses seem impregnable
It's gnawing and gouging and tearing at the fibers of my soul
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