Blackout

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asphyxiation and bloodletting cathartic release of deadweight elephant in the room flagellation at the guillotine gallows
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Armor
As I climbed inside of you You I thought I became harmless I took up arms Against all that would do me harm I fought every battle I could
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Happy Birthday. Content Warning.
Happy? – you hurt me, eye for — I I guess we were both just kids searching for answers In this mess it's kind of messed up right?!
By Dan-O Vizzini2 years ago in Poets
Literal mess
Are you tired of artificial ideals, Unexplained feelings, Still the same situation. mindless talk, Unexpressed emotions,
By Black Belt in Business2 years ago in Poets
The Feast
Acorns abound on the ground Baking bread makes a wondrous sound Cooling cookies crackle and pop as we Drop more doughnuts in oil
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
A pice of mind
The more things I went through, the more I convinced myself that there is something true in this quote from a book I recently read. The quote is "pain is pleasure". Why is it that when I lead a daily life, everything is average-statistically good, I feel empty and meaningless? Because I prefer up-down-up-down. It's more meaningful and interesting that way.
By Black Belt in Business2 years ago in Poets
The Litmus test of Democracy
We bow before the very holy eyes, Of the goddess residing in the skies. We worship the girls as the deities of righteousness,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Walled Cities
I wondered; wherein were the masons— grazed my fingers upon, those decaying walls, of your city— ghost quiet, decanted of time’s venom.
By Umesh Yadav 2 years ago in Poets
A Lost Unicorn
Sitting here Pondering life All it’s struggle and strife Wondering if any of it is worthwhile Wandering through this wilderness
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The Last of Us
I see you for what you are The magic you hide from the world A magic that only those pure of heart can see You try to hide it
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Self-Promotion
Self promotion is the worst It’s rowing against the ocean Not just one tide Fighting every fish It’s a free for all
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Purple Machine
Numbers trickling down pages A song of sages Machine elves dancing through our minds Yet, there is nothing to find An enigma lost to time
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets