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What kind of writer is going to tell you that "logic"
is more important than "emotion?"
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by Hikari Lady
58 lines, 4 comments,
on Sep 22 4:50 PM. In Life, Thoughts, Sad, Pain, Personal, Society, Prose, ranting, Other
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a blanket of stars in a velvet sky
the color of the poet's pen
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coral fingers find room to grow across my spine
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A ring, a ring of roses, And a pocket full of poses…
Ashes, ashes, we can be reborn.
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I am sick of your denial, plastic words wrapped up in promises and threats and my monophobia.
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by CeilidhaChaos
52 lines, 3 comments,
on Sep 19 5:52 AM. In cheating, conversational, goodbyes, leaving, lost love, Native, nature, personal, prose, self
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I'm running away from these falsehoods I've created, the images I've placed in my Imaginary world...
That world, my world, has now spirale
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Prompt: I want you to tell me about yourself.
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That he aches as she soaks through his lungs
and flickers along his veins,
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I thought that I had moved on especially after I wrote those poems about being over you. Then suddenly I fell asleep and I began dreaming
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burning up in the reflections of the sun and a thousand voices calling discordantly, fears and lusts ricocheting through streets.
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Formed by affliction and by earth, she knew the stone was special, was art, with its gleam of sheen; its whispers of leaves of a special tr
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The wait is over.
The door is locked.
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dear love, you chase me endlessly, as though you do not tire, like some undead creature in a penny dreadful. you run me round in so many circles, and i'm just so dizzy, the circles are starting to look like the eyes of the on
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It starts during the night and continues to tap inside my head until morning. The one line I can't forget. Sometimes I try to put it into perspective of the day before or something I have yet to begin. It doesn't fit into eit
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I cannot stand mornings. I especially hate today. Nothing can be worse than a slow morning where nothing happens. I stumble down the stairs in my floppy slippers to fetch the paper, normally found lying crumpled upon the doo
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Your tone yearned to engender inspiration, but my mind was lost in your heartbeat.
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has once upon a time ever really existed? with its fancy prose faeries and handsome princes on horseback? with princesses to be saved from evil dragons?
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I guess the 'C' word makes you ramble.
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If I could pick a color for you, I would dress you up in indigo
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