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The Morning of your Departure
I don't believe the whispered purple of the day The shrieking mouth of uncouth sunlight: a stifled light-year away And if I live coloured-in green letters through constraints of lines I won't be found by scowling wrists of time. If I am still and construct the essence of a dreamland here The pseudonym of reality will cease to interfere.
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One Night Stand
Inside my meandering mask of surety, I'm quivering at the uncut nails As fog descends on lustrous April nights Outside my bedroom window. It is someone's daughter's room; A package I am attempting lackadaisically to refill With my polystyrene overflowing words. It's slow, it's steady In thirteen thousand nerves. It's a recipe; it isn't tasteful, perhaps, But like sure cement on bricks, we grip the walls. Eye contact as the humid breaths of spring Leave soft bathing waters on transparent windows Shielded only by the ragged remainders of an innocent child. I held, like a buttercup, a ship in a bottle Those types you get on cruise
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Mutilated Saviour
I lived amongst the long, oppressive palm trees on an island Overlooking metropolis. Sometimes I climbed the sandy banks And watched the twinkling lights of skyscrapers send me friendly thoughts But never would I descend for fear of savages. I walked amongst the people-- Just one hundred-- Living in the same place as me And we pressed our glassy fingers up to invisible walls Miming lost escapism in a rusted metal sea. One day I fell in love with a dog. I knew it was wrong but I stared into the depths of droning darkness And saw my future. His clumsy loyalty endeared me And when we walked on the edge of shallow waters I sometime
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Teetering on Brinks of Sense
Oh, how I've missed you, my darling How I've missed your gnawing soul How I've missed those lucid eyes That superficial cold. How I've missed the way I could stare upon The epitome of all I hated (All I envied) How I miss the bittersweet death of simplicity. Bono malum superate? For the life of me I cannot remember I cannot. The introduction of everything that Made me Made me a conspicuous chameleon In my own home. I know you are already I know you are you disgust me Conditional, yes But less the more so. Oh my dear obsession, how you squeezed the unwilling teardrops from my dry eyes How you invaded me with bloody mirages A
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Poppies
We're all going to join the army. Hanging from the branches Of bigger dreams The cumulus smudges across the sky beckon us; With hyperbolic grins, we announce It like a party trick I'm going to join the army Be like those ones on TV Those ones with the big guns Me too. The pencil-scratching, Peeled-back grins of the examiners Revealing jagged pins Pen lids Brown desks. The rush of blood to the head. The summer sun streaming in, Flinging itself across the polished floor to land Upon my outstretched hand. Adrenaline Real adrenaline Lives far from this containment This Corruption. And now I press my ghostly, outstretched f
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The Nature of This Family Feud
The first day at school pales into insignificance Beside a concrete cavity where we play And, retching on my own happiness, I venture where my mother told me to stay away. (That same nausea comes back to me on a random autumn day.) The black clouds balanced, sagging Over branches of trees Ready to be grasped And scraping our young knees we chase them fast. (He's not my real brother.) My mother never told me there'd be things to fear in darkness So my nightmares lived in mouse-holes instead. And I slept soundly in my bed. (They always hid the reasons for my protection) Stale gravestones in a translucent reflection. Walking free
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The Last Fortress of Idealism
Who could have known that in that thoughtless desecration Of undertones within our intellectual conversation One small sigh would teeter our pedestals We'd built for one another out of gold And leave us drifting from the Parthenon and into highway roads? Society is lying at our feet and culture braided in your hair A physical array of all humans could desire All that gods with underworlds could joined conspire And yet stands tall our city built on air. Within the halls of transparency held precious Behind those long glass walls I hide malicious Sins that should not be so difficult to amend. It's blank but is it real, that canvas h
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The Last Fortress of Idealism
Who could have known that in that thoughtless desecration Of undertones within our intellectual conversation One small sigh would teeter our pedestals We'd built for one another out of gold And leave us drifting from the Parthenon and into highway roads? Society is lying at our feet and culture braided in your hair A physical array of all humans could desire All that gods with underworlds could joined conspire And yet stands tall our city built on air. Within the halls of transparency held precious Behind those long glass walls I hide malicious Sins that should not be so difficult to amend. It's blank but is it real, that canvas h
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The Nature of This Family Feud
The first day at school pales into insignificance Beside a concrete cavity where we play And, retching on my own happiness, I venture where my mother told me to stay away. (That same nausea comes back to me on a random autumn day.) The black clouds balanced, sagging Over branches of trees Ready to be grasped And scraping our young knees we chase them fast. (He's not my real brother.) My mother never told me there'd be things to fear in darkness So my nightmares lived in mouse-holes instead. And I slept soundly in my bed. (They always hid the reasons for my protection) Stale gravestones in a translucent reflection. Walking free
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Poppies
We're all going to join the army. Hanging from the branches Of bigger dreams The cumulus smudges across the sky beckon us; With hyperbolic grins, we announce It like a party trick I'm going to join the army Be like those ones on TV Those ones with the big guns Me too. The pencil-scratching, Peeled-back grins of the examiners Revealing jagged pins Pen lids Brown desks. The rush of blood to the head. The summer sun streaming in, Flinging itself across the polished floor to land Upon my outstretched hand. Adrenaline Real adrenaline Lives far from this containment This Corruption. And now I press my ghostly, outstretched f
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Teetering on Brinks of Sense
Oh, how I've missed you, my darling How I've missed your gnawing soul How I've missed those lucid eyes That superficial cold. How I've missed the way I could stare upon The epitome of all I hated (All I envied) How I miss the bittersweet death of simplicity. Bono malum superate? For the life of me I cannot remember I cannot. The introduction of everything that Made me Made me a conspicuous chameleon In my own home. I know you are already I know you are you disgust me Conditional, yes But less the more so. Oh my dear obsession, how you squeezed the unwilling teardrops from my dry eyes How you invaded me with bloody mirages A
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Mutilated Saviour
I lived amongst the long, oppressive palm trees on an island Overlooking metropolis. Sometimes I climbed the sandy banks And watched the twinkling lights of skyscrapers send me friendly thoughts But never would I descend for fear of savages. I walked amongst the people-- Just one hundred-- Living in the same place as me And we pressed our glassy fingers up to invisible walls Miming lost escapism in a rusted metal sea. One day I fell in love with a dog. I knew it was wrong but I stared into the depths of droning darkness And saw my future. His clumsy loyalty endeared me And when we walked on the edge of shallow waters I sometime
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One Night Stand
Inside my meandering mask of surety, I'm quivering at the uncut nails As fog descends on lustrous April nights Outside my bedroom window. It is someone's daughter's room; A package I am attempting lackadaisically to refill With my polystyrene overflowing words. It's slow, it's steady In thirteen thousand nerves. It's a recipe; it isn't tasteful, perhaps, But like sure cement on bricks, we grip the walls. Eye contact as the humid breaths of spring Leave soft bathing waters on transparent windows Shielded only by the ragged remainders of an innocent child. I held, like a buttercup, a ship in a bottle Those types you get on cruise
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The Morning of your Departure
I don't believe the whispered purple of the day The shrieking mouth of uncouth sunlight: a stifled light-year away And if I live coloured-in green letters through constraints of lines I won't be found by scowling wrists of time. If I am still and construct the essence of a dreamland here The pseudonym of reality will cease to interfere.
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ellierany|Hobbyist General Artist
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who know, maybe it's as much as joke as us?
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ellierany|Hobbyist General Artist
la la one day I'll read my message centre. We've put on the stupid keyboard that I don't understand.
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Blood-Of-A-Pirate|Hobbyist Photographer
and thanks for the fave! :hug:
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JessicaEdwards|Professional Traditional Artist
Welcome to DA! Your poems are very well written! :)
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Blood-Of-A-Pirate|Hobbyist Photographer
The image 'by Maxamus' was actually mine and he didn't even ask for the use of it. Man! He got me angry... I just thought i'd let you know, hehe. Here's my original piccy: [link]

The pure assed cheek of some people! lol
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wow I can't believe that... it's a great piece of photography either way. I commend you on your own talent and although I like what Maxamus did with it, nothing excuses plagiarism.
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Blood-Of-A-Pirate|Hobbyist Photographer
Amen to that! and thanks so much for the comment, u're really sweet :hug:
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