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Mirror mirror before me stand tall Tell me how my words mean nothing at all I stare you in agony screaming from the soul Complaints of words in forms you think I don’t know
By Cadma4 months ago in Poets
I'm at the Craft bar staring at Fixed Wheel. The bartender glares, he wants something, but I'm not giving it. Not yet.
By Moon Desert4 months ago in Poets
dirty fingernails shook as they struggled to tie bloody boot laces
By Raine Fielder4 months ago in Poets
You left me on red, said goodbye before yellow. Orange you sad?
By Lizzy Rose4 months ago in Poets
I cannot bear it, losing such magnificence. You left me on red.
Your hues fade to grey like the sunset's rays, and yet I remain the same.
What is a Shadow? A darkness on the day A sad nonspeaking fellow, who goes the wrong way He can not move on his own, he waves when others do
I've learned the craft from the very beginning, reliving what's past. Piercing the thin foil of my fragile psyche.
"Hey, come look at this! Her and I have the same name… and the same birthday?"
The Reaper and Life spend their days by playing chess. Life has not won yet.
With your last breath You became more valuable in death than in life A land left in strife A robotic mourning wife Yet, in the haze of your final days
By Atomic Historian4 months ago in Poets
Be careful with guardians of the heart For they will keep you apart Vexation of supposed protection A misdirection of feelings
