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FormsDrenched to face... the blood sputtered late Back from the dead on timelapsed dances In every corner on each level handle Came you, to whom did you foster Ingrowned in deep...the hatred and ordure Took with shame this nylon thread of sevenpiece Voodoo-ed in the coven, you hide... Within trials, judges, and hexes, Oh! Where do you tread? Set fire to the soul Set fire to your soul You're no endless Being... Knifed into bone...freeze fought wars Taste the sweetness of such degrees From deliverance on each lake Brought by you, who will never sleep alone &nbsForms
by ~Emocienne
SoulO, this Death!Soul
It took from me this mortal's weeping soul Whose time was not due at right Whose life was lived but well and true
O, this Death! It barred faith's hands and locked within itself A losing fight from the claws A battle towards the end
And my close one had only lived so true Without fault, without pain Without anger and without feign All meant to make a better world
All meant for goodness and for truth
O, Death! See now! the fallen one! Enveloped in dry ground Buried within deafness Suppressed i
by ~Emocienne
Propagation 1DrummingPropagation 1
Lost in time
Criminal minds
In time-lapsed decisions
This powered watchtower
Crumbling in ashes
Faithful to the horned abyss
Land-fill and skeletal faces
Towards my mind wavering in revulsion
A collapse into unknown territory
Surgical masks black and blue
Colored into red
Merged in time on tuned monotones
Am I an alien in a world unidentified?
This corpse, this head
An unbelievable marring!
by ~Emocienne
EffigyThese figures threatening this headEffigy
Spin incessant beatings Luring towards the whiteness I shall never see again
The beauty that devoured me Upon the grand respite of neglect Sculpted within these walls tongue-tied words
On caramel formalities
Buried – broken pieces of a trap A door! to which bound endless chains! And I, bathed in grime, grease and gruel I shall never hear again Waxed in –
This safety chamber
Adopted me…
by ~Emocienne
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Stand StandStand
We all cry, It gets so hard to find, Something to believe in... But if we look inside, Then maybe we just might, Learn to live again...
Too many lonely nights, When we just don't feel right, We come so close to giving up... But if we look inside, Then maybe we just might, Learn to make our own luck...
Everyone gets a chance... Because nothing is impossible, It just hasn't happened yet...!
We've got to stand! And deliver, There is no in-between! There is no middle There comes a ti
by =th3krimzon1
MannequinHe sits, looking at you, staring into your soul made of wood and bits of plastic, Dont worry, he's not real he just wants to beMannequin
Long legs hanging from a perfect body perfectly shaped indeed Blue eyes never change
A tear falls from your eye
Tied to a post, forced to lean and stare
close your eyes and sleep and he'll be there when you wake up the same way as he was
And then there's always the slightest chance
that you've had a visitor and then he's gone Happy as a free bird his eyes move, as do his legs
by ~chilamantisfrymegood
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
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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 band or musician: rock and metal bands
- Favourite genre of music: rock, metal, classical, instrumentals
- Favourite poet or writer: Edgar Allan Poe
- Personal Quote: If you follow the smoke, you will find fire.
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