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MarrowI have filled myself to the brim with syllables. Constructed poems out of sparse emotion, grasped for something to fill the gaps. My taxidermist hands, tapped, tapped, tappedMarrow
and here I thought there was nothing. No space between words in which I could exist. My feelings were plagiarised,
colours water washed into oblivion. But you, that striking red that won't fade, grips and sucks the marrow of my bones
and I am grateful, to have those teeth run across me. To be devoured in countless ways. I would suffer those little deaths
by =thewesternwoods
Ivyby =thewesternwoods
PerishThere is no life here.Perish
A face smeared to ashes can no longer smile or talk.
There'll be no theatrical wail from behind the curtain.
Fire doesn't harm death. The seizures it inspires in the living are laughable. How we burn in place of the victim. Imagine our skin cracking under the
weight of flame, voyeurs of agony.
No, there is no life here. Only an audience who won't rest until your organs are scorched constellations, burnt into the architecture of your bones.
by =thewesternwoods
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Long distance callEmpty arms ache to hold paradoxic void; full of ache Boreal winds tearLong distance call
Sweet tones announce reaffirming distance bringing closer Seperation of soul
Un'filled wishes to be as one again pain lessened Pain magnified
Worth all sense of loss to hear again
by =Sofa-pirate
The Punctuations of LifeDeath is a definite period. Those who come after are colons: Brief are the struggles when met with commas, Yet illness and age, the half points, our semicolons; Thereafter, follows last words ending with ellipsis’s . . . Here are mine, “Whatever love I left behind is no word or color of mine, Nor shall it mock whatever blood I may have shed Or upon the sentence it came into my head . . .”The Punctuations of Life
by *PeacefulSoul
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- Interests: Literature; Writing; Transgressive prose/poetry; Music; Films
- Favourite movie: V for Vendetta, Children of Men, Fight Club, Aliens, The Libertine
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- Personal Quote: What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? ~ William Blake
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Tattooed women are ladies too
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Tattooed women are ladies too
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Thanks to ~WhoKilledKirov, who posted it in his journal.
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I EAT DANGER AND SHIT BULLETS
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"Hell belongs in a book
Where the setting is doused with flowers
Upon a field, accompanied by butterflies,
As some random man screams,
“Today’s weather is 50 degrees
With a 101% chance of cloudy skies,
Just to irk the Hell out of it!" -SIRyan-
P.S. I hope to see some more of your writing sometime! Can't wait. Take care!
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"Hell belongs in a book
Where the setting is doused with flowers
Upon a field, accompanied by butterflies,
As some random man screams,
“Today’s weather is 50 degrees
With a 101% chance of cloudy skies,
Just to irk the Hell out of it!" -SIRyan-
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“Shall I be there too, fresh-wounded, your latest Prisoner – displaying your captive mind – With Conscience, hands bound behind her, and Modesty, all Love’s other enemies, whipped into line.” Ovid
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"I hate purity,
I want everyone corrupt."
Comments? suggestions?
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Outreaching the closest left side the city sleeps beneath me
I'm aghast...
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Smite those who wrong you and strike with a blade of vengence!
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