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The trees stand stiff and made of bills,
Made by a young casanova with a face that chills,
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I feel weary to the bone a creeping mold settling over skin,
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The formaldehyde sky is of crimson tonight,
and it's darker than most,
by JoeyAbsentia
25 lines, 1 comment,
on Oct 30 8:43 PM 2008. In Angst, Contemporary, Dark, ghost, abstract, surreal, Personal, Pain, Love
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IT's just a chair, and only one at that,
the grey taking over the material.
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by JoeyAbsentia
23 lines, 2 comments,
on Oct 30 12:29 PM 2008. In Adult, Angst, Contemporary, Dark, Fantasy, abstract, surreal, Personal, Pain, Love
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These walls are willows, and I bend their branches into an overlay of residual, commonplace dilemmas, from times when I shared my secrets with the invisible kids- how, if not, when, if never, why, if because, who, if alone?
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ecru footprints indent copper sands
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Lighting up his window like little dancing fireflys
Dancing through the doorways of time
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these safety pins keep together the mush inside of our bodies
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the spiders like to talk with their mouths full
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Hey, who are you?
Whom do I see?
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Painted with minds obscure transitions in artist brush-strokes of addiction
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Dedicated to all who look back!
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met you just the otherday
and already for a start
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It's hard to kiss the rabbit
even harder to taste with eyesight,
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crystal bottles lie to a frozen
foot
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Dedicated to men in white coats.
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Dedicated to men in white coats.
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Dedicated to men in white coats.
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I hope the men in white coats don't read this.
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Seek the way.
Be the way?
by Nic33rd
83 lines, 1 comment,
on Jul 30 4:32 AM 2008. In strange, surreal, random, flow, disjointed, end, start, clarity, sight, ghosts
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The sunset sky bled amber
into the violet twilight.
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White Javelin slowly stops before me
Head on
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With waning moon below the Horizon
the darkness fell upon the slumbered town.
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In midst of Natures bounty I espied
Asides a stream, a gilded gleaming cage.
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Her legacy of beauty hung unchanged
and serious above my cluttered desk.
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Dawn aloofness
in pollen kisses
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The memory pendulum
beating, not swinging,
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Bizarre machinations refuel a backward race
Digitised behemoths demanding homage
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As hues teeter on the edge of shades
All that is bright eventually fades
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Nestle my tears
among autumn's leafy carpet
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There is something lurking in my bad dreams
manifesting into my reality
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i woke up again to the sounds of the
chattering of insects crawling over
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Lost in a realm of arsenic dreams
I dance amongst the fallen stars and ruined cities
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Hazel eyes gaze at the starlight
I lay here, awake but dreaming,
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In the midst of a dust-coated city,
We’re discarded, like so many empty husks,
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blue & green & red & the poetical
incongruities suggesting dim forms
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This is where the line begins to blur.
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the elastic pull of rubber bands
snapping "us" into unity
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I want to poke the apple with a clown’s cane of mushroom flowered daffodils.
It will then transform from the seeds of its own destruction
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Shutter descends, flutter of wings
Her fawn eyes see past the mad clapping
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