100Pretty slow for someone who has been on here for two years, eh? xb
~Emocienne
These are desperate gravesNewest
Division of LightsIf the means be leading the way from negligence waning Take out all the goodness Because life is going to be the sameDivision of Lights
The scent that you breathe Is no more than I A long drought of here The blanket of death
The lies that you breed Are lost letters from ink Breaking shelled honors In black fire pieces No better than I Division of town lights
Rattle the snake Sharp teeth make wounds This well with water Is making us drown
Battle the war Swords weak at hand The men are her
by ~Emocienne
CerpinFuneral pyres long gone to dust dig through these viral hearts They become extinguished honors A look into the void beyondCerpin
Skies of permanent deaths howl from the agony of desertion They become the breaths of haggard lives A full deletion of a stoic presence
The draft that grows forth elementary flames is but a fraction of a life once fully lived It is a bad man's world as they say We need not digest stranger's food
Long after the fires have ceased the dust will take a trip to another deep world Where a rule states "to each his own"
by ~Emocienne
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angelsA mortal face, marred by bruises and scars, little cuts here and there, fangs grown to repel angel kisses from poisonible lips innocent and pale, moistened by a forked tongue cloven by the protective lies that flowed like the golden hair matted with dirt and blood from wings grown for flighty escapes now impossible as the pure down is replaced by leathery scales to fill in the bald patches where angels with shattered glass plumage rubbed wings and cut human feathers over and over and over. pale arms support hands lengthened over time from many breaking and stretching and talons long and ivory razor sharp. For piercing the hems of aangels
by ~potterfile
BarockesqueWertvoll glänzend scheint das Leben, schwindet es doch gar so schnell. Gleitet in des Todes Fäden, endet qualvoll und doch hell.Barockesque
S' Schicksal greift uns ins Geschehen, verwandelt so Geschick zu Glück. Mehret Scham genau wie Ehren, sanft wirst von der Welt entrückt.
by ~LadyMiserable
Innocent BystanderI knew all the voices... those that whispered in the glorious darkness. Nightfall had truly come. Streetlights turned on. One after another, viscous velvet draperies shut out the lights streaming out from each window of the adjacent houses.Innocent Bystander
It was overly routine, as the sun fell from the horizon. A feeble sphere of safety for the people to clutch to.
Silhouettes, emerging from abstract art, lined the curb of every black corner. Did the gold clocks stop ticking? It was the signal for another ramequin of road noise and rampage, whether there was success by midnight or not. There was no great exit. Just glory on the ony
by ~ZEEnage
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| There will be blood on our hands when the day begins to wane into darkness. We do not look above but down below and our eyes see the future that is handed from generations of ill minds. Our friends once said that the Others cannot fight carriers of world disease. They, therefore create a vial of poison engaging all the monsters of the substance without realizing that they are initiating themselves to the impending doom- a light that pierces them ever so greatly. We turn to look for a way to curtain the bright sun so we can live peacefully because the Others have no true sense of what we believe in nor for what we stand against. The world is a prison of false laws that brainwashes us to think that we are granted salvation. We ask ourselves how this is so when everyday the hours are long and the need to vent is absolute. How can this race ever be joyful and carefree when this world is in turmoil? Is there a place to find solace from the reactions of smiles? We wonder if they ever think of the inadequate quantities that spring forth from the ground. The ground is enriched by bodies who suffered and crawled through the slush of mud. How can they not see the haunting? A cry of revolt is ours to keep always. We will raise our hands of truth that will soon come and plant the seeds of which half is what we own. The rest is for the epilogue of destruction when nothing is fulfilled by the breadth of indulgence. |
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- Favourite poet or writer: Edgar Allan Poe
- Personal Quote: If you follow the smoke, you will find fire.
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