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Good old fashioned Christmas things
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by BlindMindScene
11 lines,
1 hour ago. In Pain, Life, Hate, Death, Adult, Society, Thoughts, Twisted, Dark, Weird, Morbid
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Twisted clocks hold not time, but pain The hands spin on cycles of pills
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Into the great wide darkness we forget who we are The fabrication of art uses your tongue for its strokes
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How can you judge without judging yourself? Often times close in on you and you point the blame elsewhere.
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From shadows you emerge. You sometimes are covered, but sometimes not.
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by BlindMindScene
12 lines,
1 hour ago. In Pain, Life, Hate, Death, Adult, Society, Thoughts, Twisted, Dark, Weird, Morbid
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by BlindMindScene
24 lines,
2 hours ago. In Pain, Life, Hate, Death, Adult, Society, Thoughts, Twisted, Dark, Weird, Morbid
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by BlindMindScene
11 lines,
2 hours ago. In Pain, Life, Hate, Death, Adult, Society, Thoughts, Twisted, Dark, Weird, Morbid
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by BlindMindScene
18 lines,
2 hours ago. In Pain, Life, Hate, Death, Adult, Society, Thoughts, Twisted, Dark, Weird, Morbid
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by BlindMindScene
31 lines,
2 hours ago. In Pain, Life, Hate, Death, Adult, Society, Thoughts, Twisted, Dark, Weird, Morbid
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Clickety-Click, Clickety-Click, one of six thousand on this page.
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by BlindMindScene
31 lines,
2 hours ago. In Pain, Life, Hate, Death, Adult, Society, Thoughts, Twisted, Dark, Weird, Morbid
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If you wrong me again it will be the last thing you do. I know thy face, I have seen thy car, and thy license plate commited to photographic memory.
by zenchi0
11 lines,
3 hours ago. In Angst, Dark, Humor, Hope, Life, Love, Pain, Personal, Sad, Society, Spiritual, Weird
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From birth, we are trained
To follow tradition.
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The whole world is talking about going green, recycling
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No amount of knowledge they teach,
will ever take it away.
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This must be the place:
Here is the requisite reek of rank antiquity
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As I stare through the window of my house I do not wish for a white Christmas
by Xqsnr
42 lines,
7 hours ago. In Abuse, Angst, Other, Pain, Sad, Society, Thoughts, Dark, Life, Love, Contest, Family
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by AngelBellerose
7 lines, 6 comments,
8 hours ago. In My own style, Noguest, Hope, Life, Other, Sad, Society, Thoughts, Family, Children
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Rather than be breached
By what is not me
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I'll still wish you Heaven
Or what ever may be good
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so what is war really good for Mr President/Prime Minister?
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In cities we swarm, In towns we dwell,
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Spoken from a mastermind of worthless anchorman Wheels on broken concrete vibrating every piece of erupted blood vessels
by RainbowXButterflies
27 lines,
8 hours ago. In Other, Society, Dark, Pain, Sad, Life, Thoughts, Self, Angry, War
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compassion and love is seed that grows into a tree or a thistle
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We all go through life like masked Phantoms, keeping parts of our faces hidden and obscured
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To mother, not to smother, this I've done,
with subtle consciousness as one would melt
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How can it be?
That through our poetry,
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of bright red paper and green bows
that blanket humble gifts.
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There are no set rules when it comes to this I observe me making a list and then I sit and
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I listened to the rants and raves of three incarcerated black youths.Was I ever so lost?No not in that way.I feel responsible though I don't know why? How do you study ignorance? failed leadership?How to teach one to accept
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The jutting out of furious heads through frames;
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The hotel hosts a shoal of anglers, ordinary folk whose bent, for centuries,
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by everyone1
94 lines,
9 hours ago. In Contest, Thoughts, Spiritual, Society, Personal, Nature, Hope, Life, Love, S
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i was born last of my siblings
a rag doll in silken fog
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It hides behind a mask, ending lives without remorse.
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by alientrees
24 lines,
1 day ago. In angst, society, death, dark, adult, abuse, weird, pain, sad, life
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what we do know is this: we know there were few lights
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a snake appears drooling at the front of an invisible riot
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guns without bullets machines that snore loudly
by alientrees
16 lines, 1 comment,
1 day ago. In angst, fantasy, nature, spiritual, thoughts, other, pain, society, sad
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As I walk outside I cry My country 'tis of thee I pray
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to still the restless organ
to quite what is screaming
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