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by Violet Lace
61 lines,
38 minutes ago. In Nature, Adult, Contemporary, Angst, Fantasy, Hope, Life, Love, Lyrics, Personal
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Here we are lost in translation, I succumb to the dying emotion,
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TOTAL ANNIHILATION (c) Copyright 2009 by Earl F. Hubbard Jr. (from LIFE'S BEEN GOOD TO ME - BOOK TWO - coming SOON!)
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Still my time still my words, After I die it would not be too much,
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A chill and unexpected breeze
veers, nears the solitary figure
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You stand, hands in pockets,
rocking to and fro on your heels
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And sear the scar of fruitless thought
Into my skin, my bones, my wretched soul
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I see it looming before me.
I reach out,
by tarnished-angel42
13 lines, 3 comments,
1 day ago. In Love, Life, Weird, Thoughts, Fantasy, Personal, Other, Contest, Contemporary
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The leaves fly Defying gravity they dance and float
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Straining, swaying in the morass
One leg lean drag, another lean drag
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I'm more like anybody,
A common face however,
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It seems there is beauty enough,
here where the quivering trees
frame rough-hewn rocks
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Soft answers flowing like the tree of life Universe unexplored by our lack of sight
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by snapdragon20
31 lines, 1 comment,
1 day ago. In Adult, Angst, Contemporary, Dark, Life, Other, Personal, Sad, Society, Thoughts
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the breeze is harsh, scraping skin from my cheek
and leaving my jaw starkly hollowed out
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if your bored read this. if you are sitting around waiting for a chimmy chonga then go call your mother.
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You may observe
some strange disturbance
in deep soil
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Concrete feels a lot rougher than it looks, half of my cheek
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I hope we are proud of ourselves
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pouvoir une rose est mon amour
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my blank lung
bat cave of broken air
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From you I learned that the sun is only another star,
and some days it cannot warm you
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And though it cuts her through
she has to use this sweet, slow cutting knife.
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unhinge stone of motherhood weep well in granite sight
below my father rising tide beneath
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I searched for a way to stop time, tried to put it in a bottle and hide it..
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Softly, I reach over and touch you,
I listen to your gentle breathing,
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Broken relations Shattered dreams.
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and I am settled in that place, poised on the cusp of an essential neglect, boundless
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Where is the space and the time and the place and the rhyme and the face… The rhyme is right here, but where is my place?
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So many times before I have wanted my time to end within the darkest hours of my life within the fogs bend
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For now the peace is fractured Like a lately broken glass
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by snapdragon20
17 lines,
1 day ago. In Adult, Angst, Contemporary, Dark, Fantasy, Hope, Life, Personal, Society, Thoughts
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The immortality of the written word
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Too often, in one god's name or our own,
we have killed, maimed and destroyed..
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