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| Another heap of poetry by yet another person who wishes to remain nameless, this time let's call them Spanky shall we! |
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| UNTITLED Dark, uncertain emptiness; Epitome of hate. Hollow shameless thoughts; A helping hand too late. Reach into the distance; Clasp eternal fear. Inside out and upside down; Shed a single tear. Bedevilled by solitude; Remiss of certain death. Eyes that lack emotion; Hot and heavy breath. Never was and never will; No way it could ever be. Lost, alone, dazed, confused; A voiceless, faceless plea. REGRET Just forget everything I said. Nevemind. Meaningless words, Empty threats. Just leave it alone, Let it be. Confused thoughts, Impending fear. I take it all back... Forgive Me! CONTRAST I'm restless, tactless, baseless, thoughtless, reckless. You're flawless. HOPE Burst balloon Fallen star Wilted flower Broken glass Pageless book Inkless pen Blind eyes Deaf ears Unarmed soldier Faithless disciple Empty bowl Childless mother Cowardly tyrant Blank stare Broken heart Thank God for hope! LOST Like a vivd hallucination, Walls are closing in. Brilliant elocution. Hear screaming through the din. Victim of my hatred. Inchoate forebearance. Feet are made from led. "Bastard child of idiot parents". Prisnor of my thoughts, held captive in my head. Vunerable, naive of sorts. All I see is red! UNTITLED 2 Sweet ambrosia. Like crystal tears. Endless oblivion. Fiery rainbow after acid rain. Compelling innocence. Naivity so sweet. Obtuse misconstruction; Of a face so inately divine. Clinging onto nothing. Preying to a non-existant deity; The same non-existant deity, Preying on you. Holy Miss Emma, Purple heart. Idle sacrosanctity. Infinite questions unanswered, unanswerable. VIRTUE IN SIN'S CLOTHING Why is it that only... The proud are confident; The gluttonous are content; The greedy live up to their fullest potential; The lustful full can experience the purest love; The slothful are relaxed and stress frree; The envious can aspire and The wrathful express themselves? DEATH Bean Sidhe Oh sweet, unbridled terror. Exhillerating song. I can hear your wailing Withing my confines. Self-inflicted pain. Pallid skin, Sweaty palms, Vacant glare. Bean Sidhe |
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