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Working With WishesWorking with wishes, And clinging to clouds, I'm hoping for forgiveness, While hiding amidst crowds.Working With Wishes
These groups of people, Don't even know I exist, Just an unbeaten path, That many a foot has chosen to resist.
Sure I'm feeble, And perhaps weak to you, But do you understand me, When you live amongst a sky so blue?
I'll pray you'll accept me, Maybe bring me up to you, Though in my heart I know, That fact could never be true...
So go ahead and judge me, I'll remain underneath this shroud... For I'm merely work
by ~SubtlexAntidote
Climbing Up.The boy tries to get away, Struggling his hardest every day.Climbing Up.
He finally makes it up the hill, By luck or sheer force of will,
And then all that he happens to find, Is a pain unlike any other kind.
It doesn't start with a prick or punch, Nor does one get a warning or slight hunch,
It strikes mercilessly as if some act of fate, Filling the boy with a horribly aching hate.
And sure he'll recover like all humans do, Get over the fact that there's no longer a you,
But inside the once eager heart, Is torn asunder and ripped apart,
by ~SubtlexAntidote
RustI browse my selection, Trying to find the right song... Sure it's hard to find, Hiding under my nose all along.Rust
These soft verses hold no message, And no real reason except, To state that this is something, I must learn to openly accept.
Sure my poetry is lacking, And maybe music was my muse, But what does it even matter, My words have so little use.
Writing a thousand pages, Torn up and strewn about, From just one session, One pained discussion where I shout.
I can't control my anger, At least that's what I tactfu
by ~SubtlexAntidote
Random ArticlesI know this might be true, I almost hope it reaches you.Random Articles
Such a tragic end cannot compare, To anything I write, I swear...
But I have to try, I just want to question "Why".
People taken so young, Leaving songs of hope unsung,
No purpose behind it, no war, Not even something leaving the heart sore...
Just an accident somewhere far afar away, Yet in so many will this feeling stay.
This feeling of emptiness and pain, Utter sadness and complete disdain.
Do you look down from wherever you are... Maybe sitting u
by ~SubtlexAntidote
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Pieces to the PictureYou know I like to break things down, Crack months into moments and Sentences into syllables. I know I can last moments alone, And maybe hearing phonemes - 'eye- doe-n't- noe'- Hurts less than comprehending The sentiments they represent.Pieces to the Picture
Recently I've started
Searching for signs in The most peculiar of places; I look to the dictionary to
Find if we are written, The sky to shine out our worth
And forgotten maps to Direct my foolish movements.
But paths on maps are moved about Like pencilled in sentences Thei
by ~LittleMissNowhere
Cancer Of ButterfliesYou feel like cancer, But I’m refusing chemo, You spread in me, In all my organs until they race to keep up,Cancer Of Butterflies
You feel like tentative words, The ones I chose to speak, I actually think, While I wrack my brain for something interesting,
You feel like being carried, Down flights of stairs, With my arms clutching you, As you lovingly joke about throwing me,
You feel like comfort, With yours arms around me, A flood breaks my brain, And all the nerves drift away,
You feel like butterflies, When your eyes lock with m
by ~aiemcross
I can't hold back the seasons“You blew this candle out, and now the horizons will forever be constellations.”I can't hold back the seasons
September nights have always been the same. Those small and fragile rivers beginning to slowly freeze over. The pine branch sculptures encrusted over their thick layer of see through skin. A forbidden silhouette for the world to see.
You said you liked that.
“I can’t breathe with your lips on mine.”
October nights have always been the same. The cherry blossom days are over and the threaded gold leaves are in the air, tying themselves to the frail arms of dying oak trees. &nb
by ~GrimmestFangs
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Check it out, when you have a minute in your crazy life. It looks like one of the better Lit places for crazy writers like us
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So... 'hi'.
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Then you could run off and snicker! A real snicker too!
Otherwise I can't spin it positively lol. And prompts I am DEFINITELY up for trading them. (Though I do have a poem to write that you suggested, and one you got I think we can handle it!)
Your prompt is going to be,
"Etched with marks,
But I can deal."
Cause even I feel like damaged goods sometimes aha! I know I'd not do it justice so I'm leaving it to you
And... 'Hi back at ya.'
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On dignity and such"
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