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Colors
black seems to swirl around me forever
creeping mist or torrential screams
and the gates of pitch open when i turn toward myself
red bursts out of my shoulders and chest
ribbons and strands of hopes
and life
pouring out to embrace love
green dances both verdant and toxic
twirling together to form strands of
hope and despair
the sickness spreads and silence is sudden
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rutten
there are moments of clarity in
storms of rage
so are moments of rage
in storms of clarity
but i crease my soul incessantly
and in creases do i finally become aware
permutations exist
and my soul is beginning to materialize
i feel something new under my skin
and if it is the manifestation of my soul
i fear the--
nihilism cuts me short once again
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Marig Old
she was stuffed with marigold
her eyes and fingernails
petals on the graphite slide
pollen tears veining down
spreading like poison
the stings were swelling and
shapes bulged and surged under her flesh
workers marked her wrists and neck
with checkered chalk
stygian eyes peered from the sun above
and the flowers fell from the sky
hazmat suits were for the privileged
and the monarchy was too late
yellow gold petals pouring out of their mouths
like rivers
and our microscopes cracked
those who peered inside
and they fell to the ground twitching
stems and roots gliding out of their ears
Tchaikovsky danced in front of the orchestra
as the harp and clarinets collapsed into piles
petals drowned the audience
dust and skeletons slouched over crusted velvet chairs
and the strings sung,
free and full and sated -
(we're all dying)
free and full and sated -
(we're all dying)
free and full and sated -
(we're all dying)
we don't have the time
to be memory
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hindrance rhin dance
where is the sun dial?
i have been counting time with grains of sand
and I've lost my tweezers
the narwhals that drip from my ceiling have vanished
as though god had agreed with them
and the lava-filled maw in my living room
has made childhood games worth dying for
the stars no longer align
and i worry if I've already sailed these mires before
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hero glyph
I've been dying, in a way,
relinquishing my smiles to a god of summer sins
grating teeth on merciless whims
and the songs of men and women stick to my legs
like sweat and sorrow
glistening in the floodlights
i can't shake the hell from my mind
and i'm crying because my ears won't stop ringing
life left me long ago and I'm clinging to
auto correct and predictive speech patterns
those he is literally accept you for anything you say and do so i guess that's ok snuggle
these moments i can't change except by behavioral pattern recognitions
my sadness is erased with work
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coal coil
Time
Time is out of me
the creases in my heart collapse
and i am pulled inward
a disease
pit
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muse laughs at me
like lemon drops
sweet and sour
i am not even in the mood to write, fuck it
why the fuck did you do that to me
i hurt so terrifyingly much
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free the grudge, unholy savior
crimson dusk fills the sky
old and heavy like unrecorded beliefs
no crime could shake the planet like mine
three million years ago
i could have been saved
no, freed, from my fish-hook grave
where the writhing souls call my name
no disaster could purge my mark on this planet
the trees themselves shed leaves in the spring,
and it's all my failure.
my grisly failure to grasp the tapestry of memory
the downfall of my species when the great collapse began
no one was ready
that well we speak of?
is wet with fire
soaked to the bone with molten lead
they shout with conviction
ill hreth gevtocsh, creeds ach'haldroven
and no single human would ever forgive
thread bare promises slip off my throat
like slurries of sewer eat hair
oily mats of shadow coiling around my neck
and i stand hunched over with a staff of reckoning
holding me up like Zeus on his final day
the holy future denied me by reality
no amount of begging would bring them back to me
and it was then i realized
that i had already died
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shame
i lost another poem to the wiles of the internet
and i'm not sad or lost
for i know my place
in the pits of darkness
where no light even escapes
not even thought escapes
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do they face or do they shadow
old winter ghosts sleep in summer's heat
the butcher's wall clock sticks and clicks
never passing noon but seeming to sweat
each second that doesn't pass by
with the click of the meat knife
separating flesh from flesh
in tidy packets
the planets hang above my cradle
the ocean's tides sway as i reach up with innocent hands
millions of creatures exposed to the seagulls' appetite
"we don't belong here", he sputtered
the roads of gold hinted smiles black as pitch
"let us walk no longer"
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Pull the Chord :iconslenderblade:slenderblade 3 0
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just unexist
memories of you sink into my head
like bodies in a commoner's grave
you poison my waters with your decayed thoughts
my love for others is my curse
my compassion is my chain
and you drag me down with your misconceptions
causing me to doubt everything i do or say
how do i still hold you so dear to my heart?
perhaps because i am me
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nofh shnull phle
her gilded fingers slipped through the sides of my neck like sewing needles
they snaked their way through my skin
her teeth, also needles, slid through my throat
my hands stretched out and turned to dust
so i ascended
and returned to my birthplace on earth
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ok tegh v'lkhar
i stare at myself in the mirror
looking deep into my purpose
i weep
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Blin DF Old
kill the silent
they speak secrets behind their lips
mustn't let them in
god forsakes the Caller
sin is black
hatred is poison green
behind this shadowed mask i sink into the abyss of Ne'rel'ahath
so took your cloak and burned it in front of you
and we wept like children in the dark dark night
burning our only means of protection
against the prying eyes of W'elh'han'et
blood seeps from your gums
you've been brushing them too hard and i can tell
by the blisters on your hands
the way you hold those wirescrubbies
it's better to taste the copper of life than the rust of happiness
click click click click
stick
pointed
sewing machine
my bone marrow seeps
god again
with old man's hands
reaching from hell
were you there?
we were there?
sickening lullabye of tear-stained memories
here, here's the key to the sealed tombs
There's no one else to hold their memories anyway
ddevouer  them
let them feed your goals
the shade force is real
i've seen it with my own mind
and i've seen it with your m
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20. if ur reading this i laughed about it later
yeah its all about forgetting
but i didnt let myself
write it out, and i almost
want to now, just to say
i did, just to say
i Did The     One Last
Beautiful Thing
even though you were
glassblown with grief
and still listened to me
from that spot on the shelf
right before i flung you off
so you would leave a ball-drop stain
on my bedroom carpet
where the fog rubbed in
and the year roared up
but i was not afraid
to grow out of your mist
and steal my kisses back.
in the pit of the courtyard
i shed you like a peach skin
& in the cave of my palm
i spit out that hot thick cotton
fuzz you left on my tongue
because the rain told me you
were not the one worth saving
and it was Beautiful
that i understood
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Nesting Doll :iconbetwixtthepages:betwixtthepages 12 10
Pirate Hideout - Whisper Game by LuRiH Pirate Hideout - Whisper Game :iconlurih:LuRiH 4 3
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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 a drop of dew.
So screech and creech and crark and fit
you're less than we, and violent
and unto thee the rules do not
apply the same, contain thy rot.
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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
     
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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
Like you did mine
May your muse never be gone
Your mind not run out of words
Let the world see the graceful swirls
Of ink on paper and into beauty
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and when my tide breaks i am hollow and b(r)eached
I.
in the dip of my throat,
in the maze behind my nose,
something starts to turn.
and the bittersweet burn
is (c)older than a star
and it builds from within.
this time, when it happens,
i sink in so quickly,
i admit defeat.
it's as if all the dust
from all my little craters just
gathered up and pinched
something shut; and it
stings like a spice when
the tethers are cut.
II.
i lean and sip
from ocean, pour
a bit of sea into
me. i taste salt,
i froth foam, i make
waves that lap at
my lips and dance
over the closed holes
in the depths of my
neck.
and if this sickness is
the sand i hope this
lukewarm water can
wash away every grain,
i feel like someone sets
a sailboat in my mouth
every time i tilt my
head back and let
the tides turn again.
III.
i swallow slick capsules of
little plants, kissed by
the sun. and each one
of them weighs
tons when they flutter to
the bottom of my stomach
and gently dissolve, leaving
my raw throat just mor
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turning to august
do you dream of the way your hands sing, soft as violins, vivid & wild?
do you wake up to the sun playing hopscotch on your floor?
knowing all of this is yours, all of this is you:
glimmering and golden,
the heart of july.
and so i can only call you summer child
and nothing else anymore, nothing less than that - nothing less lively
than the wild of summer, amalgam of burning and dark, the nurture and scorch, resurrection in rain,
the sound of wind swaying grass
soft as violins.
do you sink into warmth like water and remember yourself? swimming lily,
swan-necked, storm-eyed, precious
enough to turn rain into pearls, days into poetry.
show me more of your fragments, your shatter, your fragile
fiery victories; more of sundays, and how they swirl around cups of coffee gone cold
over love you lost yourself in like others in train stations
that are treasure chests to you. to you, there are treasures
everywhere, everywhere the gleaming gold - reflected,
your glitter and gold
and heart of
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Passenger
Rising desert
greets torrid sunlight.
Strange, I still breathe.
My heart thumps
s   l      o         w            l               y
pacing, anticipating.
Calm before storm.
Do humans torture their food before they feast?
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Daily Lit Recognition for November 25th, 2015
Daily Lit Recognition for November 25th, 2015
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Poetry
Suggested By: Malintra-Shadowmoon
Featured By: nosedivve

gone forever by seth-ravenclaw
This poem deals with processing the past and starting
something new in the future, with hope in the heart
and a lovely friend. There are a lot of emotions involved,
some kind of bitterness as well as great joy.
It is an encouragement for experiencing something
new after walking through the deepest valleys.
Featured By: NemoX7

Still by CeeTheaPeia
With excellent use of repetition, CeeTheaPeia's po
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you and whose army
soldier, what measure
could encompass your courage
in staring truth in its dead eyes
and then inviting it into your arms
without a single whisper
to acknowledge the pain it will cause?
you walk to the beat
of a powerful melody, the one set down
by the ink from your veins,
and for your sake, i hope that those
who aim their blades at your heart
will know it is better to stand down,
for those who know best how to heal
also know best how to hurt.
and when you know this,
an army of clattering 
catastrophes, apostrophes,
impostors, and catharsis
of blind mice 
only do so much damage.
when you have the pot ready to boil
and the knife ready to behead,
shake earth and shake red,
quake the stakes, slate
the dead, prepare them
for what's about to come
in the current life.
because the past (li(f)e)
is only one flashlight, gaslight
flickerswitch on its silhouette
away from rearing its ugly,
dangling head.
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you and whose army
soldier, what measure
could encompass your courage
in staring truth in its dead eyes
and then inviting it into your arms
without a single whisper
to acknowledge the pain it will cause?
you walk to the beat
of a powerful melody, the one set down
by the ink from your veins,
and for your sake, i hope that those
who aim their blades at your heart
will know it is better to stand down,
for those who know best how to heal
also know best how to hurt.
and when you know this,
an army of clattering 
catastrophes, apostrophes,
impostors, and catharsis
of blind mice 
only do so much damage.
when you have the pot ready to boil
and the knife ready to behead,
shake earth and shake red,
quake the stakes, slate
the dead, prepare them
for what's about to come
in the current life.
because the past (li(f)e)
is only one flashlight, gaslight
flickerswitch on its silhouette
away from rearing its ugly,
dangling head.
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Hallucination
I
I dwell in these dreams
in which you're still real
For a moment so fleeting,
you're still here
                            here with me
II
I am so lost
in these doubts
My eyes, they get deceived,
my lungs forget how to breathe
As I dwell in these dreams
in which you're still real
For a moment so fleeting,
you're still here
                            here with me
III
Ah, when will I ever learn
self-destruction isn't the answer?
I need to remember
to stay awake and sober
'Cause I am so lost
in these doubts
My eyes, they get deceived,
my lungs forget how to breathe
As I dwell in these dreams
in which you're still real
For a moment so fleeting,
you're still here
                         
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Origami
キノコ雲から爆弾。 一千折り鶴。
Kinoko kumo kara bakudan. Ichi sen oridzuru.
Bombs form a mushroom cloud. One thousand paper cranes.
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Ian
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Current Residence: ...here.
Favourite genre of music: Many different kinds.
Favourite photographer: amiyuy
Favourite style of art: handwritten poetry
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Wallpaper of choice: i don't usually tape my essays to the wall..
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i've been running my mind into the ground 100% with distractions
and i think it's subconsciously intentional
keeping my fingers out of the pool of thought that involves /me/

and i think there's a small crack



but anyway 
i've been silent

and i've been neglecting this site

the sickening part is that i'm unfeeling about it
it doesn't mean i don't care
i care a whole ton 

but it feels like i'm observing this world while i'm outside of my body
detached
staring at everyone 

i love you all

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brennennn Featured By Owner Aug 30, 2018
Happy birthday, Ian! :D
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slenderblade Featured By Owner Aug 30, 2018
thank you, friend brennennn :)
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brennennn Featured By Owner Aug 31, 2018
No problem, Iannn :)
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Lady-Yume Featured By Owner Aug 30, 2018   Writer
Wishing you a happy birthday today, my fellow writer-friend (: Tea Birthday Cake 
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slenderblade Featured By Owner Aug 30, 2018
thank you <3
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