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attic album

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attic album

you slipped away from me as time slips away and i would chase after you- occasionally you would turn to face me in your radiance but your silence has used me and now you return to embrace me yet warmth does not fill my chest i no longer know who you are

the Beginning

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the Beginning

guilt guillotine the head of emotion falls and splashes hard against the ground tar-belching fumes pour from the blood spatter the sun is red and dim and it is night flitting faeries swing ball and chain scythes and smiles and glowing eyes red and black, the pit and your bloodstained hands crawling shadows furl and unfurl and your snarl is as doom-filled as ever death is your cloak the shifting images in my mind pull me into this montage of ideas and yet again i cannot focus but the words are marching out of me like an army of cacophony and a battalion of demons fly overhead zipping past: black lines under the falling planets the groun

the Secrets box

Gi Vusthis Dayower Dailyb Red

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Gi Vusthis Dayower Dailyb Red

high school teachers fawn over the grand structure of poets one-hundred years deceased and we smile, one hundred years dead, preying on the minds of instructors centuries past our gravestones

ack, lieben

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ack, lieben

like the sun so we burn away our sorrows loves like the midnight hour just a shadow of tomorrow's brilliant despair

to relate

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to relate

pouring coffee on top and putting whipped cream on the top best for cold autumn mornings in high altitudes with pine trees. *nod nod* and the ground is hard and brown, and the brown pine needles crinkle and roll under your shoes everything crisp on the outside everything warm on the inside the air is clear, not just to your eyes but to your nose your lungs you breathe in and are filled with a single moment a memory made of muscles and lungs and rosy cheeks and a colorful scarf

hospisism

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hospisism

slowly my decline reveals itself to me where it comes from and where I've been and it all makes sense my passion, my poetry all a protest against the red shift of reality and the reality of the red shift and as I found that I could not stop it, no, as I found it could not be stopped, I fell into unhealthy acceptance and no longer did poetry hold its place protestant for me it has lost its healing properties and now is just a place to go when I have an observation to publicize while I'm on my journey to the end and may my life choices hasten the day of my final ruin for now I have no ruth and while I love you and know I would be missed I

riddance

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riddance

we see shooting stars for less than moments yet we complain about the sun bless the claws of hell

entry

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entry

trees fall when you look my way they crack and tumble the resulting dust is your cloak we simple few

range organ

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range organ

life has its way of gently caressing your cheek with a high powered conveyor belt made of cheese graters and when you're whittled down to your gums do you wonder if it's for the best? no one will truly be your savior so stop abandoning your friends in an effort to escape yourself you're looking the wrong way in the mirror and even if it's just barely, you miss a direct stare against the eyes of yourself in the true reality.
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attic album

a

attic album

you slipped away from me as time slips away and i would chase after you- occasionally you would turn to face me in your radiance but your silence has used me and now you return to embrace me yet warmth does not fill my chest i no longer know who you are

the Beginning

t

the Beginning

guilt guillotine the head of emotion falls and splashes hard against the ground tar-belching fumes pour from the blood spatter the sun is red and dim and it is night flitting faeries swing ball and chain scythes and smiles and glowing eyes red and black, the pit and your bloodstained hands crawling shadows furl and unfurl and your snarl is as doom-filled as ever death is your cloak the shifting images in my mind pull me into this montage of ideas and yet again i cannot focus but the words are marching out of me like an army of cacophony and a battalion of demons fly overhead zipping past: black lines under the falling planets the groun

the Secrets box

Gi Vusthis Dayower Dailyb Red

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Gi Vusthis Dayower Dailyb Red

high school teachers fawn over the grand structure of poets one-hundred years deceased and we smile, one hundred years dead, preying on the minds of instructors centuries past our gravestones

ack, lieben

a

ack, lieben

like the sun so we burn away our sorrows loves like the midnight hour just a shadow of tomorrow's brilliant despair

to relate

t

to relate

pouring coffee on top and putting whipped cream on the top best for cold autumn mornings in high altitudes with pine trees. *nod nod* and the ground is hard and brown, and the brown pine needles crinkle and roll under your shoes everything crisp on the outside everything warm on the inside the air is clear, not just to your eyes but to your nose your lungs you breathe in and are filled with a single moment a memory made of muscles and lungs and rosy cheeks and a colorful scarf

hospisism

h

hospisism

slowly my decline reveals itself to me where it comes from and where I've been and it all makes sense my passion, my poetry all a protest against the red shift of reality and the reality of the red shift and as I found that I could not stop it, no, as I found it could not be stopped, I fell into unhealthy acceptance and no longer did poetry hold its place protestant for me it has lost its healing properties and now is just a place to go when I have an observation to publicize while I'm on my journey to the end and may my life choices hasten the day of my final ruin for now I have no ruth and while I love you and know I would be missed I

riddance

r

riddance

we see shooting stars for less than moments yet we complain about the sun bless the claws of hell

entry

e

entry

trees fall when you look my way they crack and tumble the resulting dust is your cloak we simple few

range organ

r

range organ

life has its way of gently caressing your cheek with a high powered conveyor belt made of cheese graters and when you're whittled down to your gums do you wonder if it's for the best? no one will truly be your savior so stop abandoning your friends in an effort to escape yourself you're looking the wrong way in the mirror and even if it's just barely, you miss a direct stare against the eyes of yourself in the true reality.

A Real Horrorshow Time

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A Real Horrorshow Time

Torch to torch to scorch and scorch for fire's hot and can't be burned the blaze conflates though nothing's learned. Glazz for glazz, death for death the body pile plentieth, walk upon each others necks to strain and break those chellovecks. Then elephantly stomp them off like cal that simply just won't doff. Who be thou? No droog to me thou didst sin so unto thee I cause the same calamity! Instead of sin I take a bow (in)justice of a coward cow. Relieve them of their right to be burdened with morality; normality...? And so we say- let them decay and let them fear but never ever let them near. No brother true, though dying too transparent as

the pen and the sword

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the pen and the sword

       betwixt the eye of the storm and the shorelines of paradise                       the sand of a thousand dreams gently casts its net                  its caster fixed with a golden crown of hopes                                  and none of these are unreachable,                                      and none of these are lies,  what was once a wall is now a lean-to                  it is not difficult to overcome,                         but rather making the decision to do so             thrice the lines have made themselves known                     don't leave them calling back                                          

My partner in words

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My partner in words

Intricate lines wrought From your mind to mine My delicate simplicity A smattering of roses and tears Finding comfort in each other Familiarity in our works Friendly affection And so much patience For each others forgetfulness You are the one I turn to For advice when no one listens Always a hug to spare Warm thoughts and a cup of tea For you I wish You'll have many more years of laughter Of joy and friendly banter No harm may come your way I'll share with you the light I have When all else might be dark With open arms and an open mind We both will speak and listen And may you write All those intricate lines Reach into hearts and minds
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Spotlight

Galaxy's Marrow

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Galaxy's Marrow

The world turns Like wind-born ashes in the cosmos Sheltering the lives from the stars Broken planets glide Overall in a mist of a dream, Showering the sky with plays of light Alone, singularly and minuscule In the void The sun shines Forever Day and night don't exist Just light Shadowed by our     Selves Vast emptiness Suffocates aspiration The question exists for everyone Do we dare ask it? Breathe in Breathe in Breathe in Pull all of the air that you can. It is yours. Until you can no longer hold it.
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  • Feb 3
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  • Deviant for 15 years
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My Bio
Current Residence: ...here.
Favourite genre of music: Many different kinds.
Favourite photographer: amiyuy
Favourite style of art: handwritten poetry
Operating System: kidneys
MP3 player of choice: Winamp
Current music fixation: www.youtube.com/watch?v=bnKNwB…
Shell of choice: Time capsule.
Wallpaper of choice: i don't usually tape my essays to the wall..

Favourite Visual Artist
my sister Kate
Favourite Games
Any with good music and storyline
Favourite Gaming Platform
PC
Tools of the Trade
Pen, paper
Other Interests
anime, piano

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Thank you for the watch, friend! :heart::heart: 
:tea: not sure why i hadn't done it earlier!! :heart:
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LadyBitterblueHobbyist Writer
best of wishes for your birthday, dear Ian. :rose:
thank you, lovely warm-hearted friend!
happy b-day and many more take care