poetry
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Unbidden reflections: personifying procrastination from the-living-dead 16 days old
Personifying procrastination is now being used by Unholy Sermon as lyrics for their song with the self same title Why does it seem as if I wait for ...
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Clad in your blood red hue from the-living-dead 16 days old
Brightness dimmed, you stood before my eyes unveiled Resplendent orb, splashing hues transient they wane Melting against the infinite backdrop. And my ...
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NOT from the-living-dead 86 days old
NOT I. You. We. Could. Be. Not. We could perchance exist as separate entities, Separate consciousnesses, riddled by illusion, Drilled by sorrow, decapitated ...
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Reflections sublime from the-living-dead 130 days old
Reflections sublime, the heavens have cast their mercy hither, Divine, the water casts a verdant hue, yonder, I approach the pool Glimmering, a mirror ...
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Faces in the clouds from the-living-dead 136 days old
oh and yes, i am pretty much aware that there is no word called "oceanous" Faces in the clouds: surmounted fantasies They glaze past me like a ghostly ...
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Omni... from the-living-dead 136 days old
been rather lazy and sick to update but here goes. OMNI have fun with it oh and heres a soundtrack to feed your head with this is how my head currently ...
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archway of the stars from the-living-dead 147 days old
Whence the ridge in the sky o’ped, Parted heaven ways like the drifting tide, Whence they face; fair, beauteous with jewels in thy eyes, Came before ...
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A ghost like feather from the-living-dead 213 days old
My breath escapes like feathers blowing freely in the wind, Silence echoes the oneness, the rich tranquility that comes from escape; No longer is the ...
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that voice inside from the-living-dead 213 days old
As I lay, languid Listening to the Earth drinking in the rain I heard a voice- Somewhere deep inside, A heart beat that was…was it mine? The constant ...
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Through the glass mirror of my eyes from the-living-dead 263 days old
Beneath the branches of the groves, Where the thick dew collects like glittering manna Under the platonic shades of twisting light, My keening heart ...
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