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Darkheart
Tranquility prevails
in light and fire,
whose peace extends to all;
but the world hides
within this illuminating light,
sickly incandescent hearts;
whose shadows reach,
grasping at their heels
to their own terror.
Should they fear
darkness that is their own?
almost as their flesh
and intangible as bone.
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Literature
Dying Universe
Your Mistakes will be forgotten;
Your works return to dust;
all that you have gotten
will soon begin to rust.
So treat your loved ones with care,
even, when times are trying
and if the void begins to stare
live like this Universe is Dying.
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Literature
Soft sheets
I see your face in my dreams,
in clean white contours.
So real, it seems;
no voices but ours
but resplendent rays
sear my vision
each line goes sway
with sun's incision
No explanation I can bear,
nor answer that is near.
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Literature
Backwards Thinking
I have
possessions
by which
I am defined
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Literature
Dissolved in the present
Who I was is drowning
in who I am
wave distorted visage
out of focus
white knuckles at my throat
tears sting
I mouth back at me
"This should be fine"
While my lungs fill with cynisim
and I squeeze my throat harder
feebly fighting my wrists
with each digit slowly giving in.
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Literature
The Dookie-Man
The Dookie-Man lives in your soul
He does his best
he eats right
he gets his eight hours a day
he goes to the gym
The Dookie-Man needs to be in peak form
so he can always be ready
to whisper in your ear
He is ready to remind you
of every failure.
He never tires because
he takes care of himself.
When you stare a dog in the face
he likes to chime in
"You don't deserve this dogs love"
The Dookie-Man is a piece of shit
and he wants to make you think
you are too.
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Literature
Whiskey Seas
I dream of being alone
on whiskey seas, alone;
Standing on the brink, alone.
All expectation fraught
with ice diluted thought
wherein, I'm unsure what is sought
Garnished with insecurity
and a few teaspoons of sincerity
clinging to some decency
A dash of bittersweet
memory of self defeat
always playing on repeat.
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Literature
Limershtick
There once was a girl from K-zoo,
Whom everyone claimed that they knew.
When she was about
Noone would shout
Or otherwise prove it was true.
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Literature
Stone face anger
Compressed molten rage leaking at the
seams of a cracking stone face
where noxious sulfur words permeate
and ash blacked disposition
shaken to the core
of a pock marked, scorched wasteland
of lost understanding.
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Literature
Raison D'etre
Struggle is the drum
pounding in your temples
the adrenaline fueling
insomniac frenzies of desire
that would otherwise languish
in the foggy half-light
of a good nights sleep
Where whatever purpose we share,
like a dream, almost isn't there.
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Literature
Picture Book
Sketch my heart upon my sleeve
in any manner you conceive
with ink bleeding from my breathe
make me more than I am worth
inscribe me under your sky
paint my reflection in your eyes
fill our canvas with your voice;
as if you had any other choice.
Of all the things your art can do
always draw me close to you.
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Literature
Hurricane Sofia
She is a storm
A force of nature
A body with no form
the howling rapture
Silver linings clawing past
muted, lightning charred, sky
Her voice, a turbulent blast;
an undulant battle cry
even as winds roar
a delicate breeze
whispering at her core
even as she uproots tree
Just beyond rolling thunder
awaits the suns resplendent wonder
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Literature
Twilight years
He rolled out of bed
too much room for one;
a voice in his head;
a smile like sun.
Faded photographs.
Dust ruling all surfaces
and memories of laughs;
things to be missed
from his better days
and worse ones too;
often lost in space
with smiles, but few.
Back to sleep again;
remember way-back-when
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Literature
Seams
He reaches into
a decaying mind
rotting with insecure
self obsessed half-passion
He grasps for
an empty hand
hungry with pain
of every passing breathe
He reaches out,
but, he is choking.
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Literature
Satisfied in the Struggle
Waking up everyday
seems a chore.
Each time, a bore;
to put on this display
could I find satisfaction
in the daily struggle
cuffed to life's juggle
as my constant distraction
I could be consumed
by my own mind
until I cannot feel;
with passion exhumed
perhaps I'll find
a method to heal.
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Tranquility prevails
in light and fire,
whose peace extends to all;

but the world hides
within this illuminating light,
sickly incandescent hearts;

whose shadows reach,
grasping at their heels
to their own terror.

Should they fear
darkness that is their own?
almost as their flesh
and intangible as bone.
Darkheart
There's darkness in your heart too
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Your Mistakes will be forgotten;
Your works return to dust;
all that you have gotten
will soon begin to rust.

So treat your loved ones with care,
even, when times are trying
and if the void begins to stare
live like this Universe is Dying.
Dying Universe
Nihilism for positive people.
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I see your face in my dreams,
in clean white contours.
So real, it seems;
no voices but ours

but resplendent rays
sear my vision
each line goes sway
with sun's incision

No explanation I can bear,
nor answer that is near.
I have
possessions
by which
I am defined
Who I was is drowning
in who I am
wave distorted visage
out of focus
white knuckles at my throat
tears sting
I mouth back at me
"This should be fine"
While my lungs fill with cynisim
and I squeeze my throat harder
feebly fighting my wrists
with each digit slowly giving in.

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A veteran from the Michigan. My hobbies include flights of fancy, megalomania, and pursuits of the flesh.
To be honest, I feel really silly about anything I write. I don't really get taken seriously all that often because I compulsively play a character in my day-to-day life. So, yep, here is my secret outlet; a place to let strangers peek into my soul.

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shru-berry Featured By Owner Jul 16, 2015
Thanks for the +fav and the watch.
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