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Post by themirrorthief on Sept 21, 2018 11:06:27 GMT -5
the vampires feast
blood flowed like a river dark and bright souls lost immortality gained the life of the weird the undead and vain all lost all gained the grand prize to the horribly insane minds corrupted by evil and blood evil rites instructed all in the name great is the fame black hearts and white visions dancing and portraying the value of everlasting half life a sort of pathetic sordid mid wife leading into blackness where all is wrong and nothing is right they avoid the daylight and adore the night their black souls always hidden from sight until the moment is right and the blood lust rises and thrives then back to the grave and the peace that it provides and the sins that it hides
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Post by themirrorthief on Sept 21, 2018 11:08:07 GMT -5
ok Halloween came a bit early this morning
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Post by themirrorthief on Sept 28, 2018 2:15:00 GMT -5
I painted a still life and then I watched it move it melted slowly and became liquid in my hand my trembling hand I tried to understand to comprehend and question the mysterious overall plan that guided me over the guild lands and their strange ways leaning forward toward brighter days I sang and swam in the bluest ocean tide and in this covered golden shelter I abide and paint again and watch it move as my heart shifts and I dive headlong into this new kind of swirling and grinding growing bloom
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Post by themirrorthief on Oct 4, 2018 20:23:14 GMT -5
Sharp Knives in the Night
safety and security two words unknown in ancient days guards at the gate lookouts in the tower big dogs by the door a sword by the bed but often all meant little betrayal intrigue plots and scheming could bring the mightiest down and it all could end badly with screams and blood so take a word from the wise and beware of sharp knives in the night
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Post by themirrorthief on Oct 4, 2018 20:25:23 GMT -5
whoops, needed some quick editing there...sorry
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Post by themirrorthief on Oct 7, 2018 10:33:09 GMT -5
hi Robin...if you are reading this you must really be bored!!!!!
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Post by buxom9sorceress on Oct 7, 2018 15:30:39 GMT -5
the vampires feast blood flowed like a river dark and bright souls lost immortality gained the life of the weird the undead and vain all lost all gained the grand prize to the horribly insane minds corrupted by evil and blood evil rites instructed all in the name great is the fame black hearts and white visions dancing and portraying the value of everlasting half life a sort of pathetic sordid mid wife leading into blackness where all is wrong and nothing is right they avoid the daylight and adore the night their black souls always hidden from sight until the moment is right and the blood lust rises and thrives then back to the grave and the peace that it provides and the sins that it hides very good halloweeny stuff. i am a big vamp fan.
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Post by themirrorthief on Oct 9, 2018 21:06:15 GMT -5
a world so very strange that I entered fear was my landlord ghosts my companions the mist so thick as I stumbled along about my bed the spirits gathered dark looming shapes dripping with dread I cant escape this mad place I made Im almost to exhausted to be afraid I long for tomorrow and the bright of day where creatures of light run and play but this midnight land always returns until some future day when the light is gone forever
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Post by themirrorthief on Oct 10, 2018 9:01:37 GMT -5
even a witch can be unhappy and lonely at times so she casts a spell makes herself a beautiful illusion and then goes looking for a bedtime playmate what can I say? it happened to me I even fell in love got down on my knee to make my plea but her laugh turned to a cackle truly I was rattled when my goddess turned ghastly and I ran but no amount of drink could cure the trembling but then she came round again looking prettier than ever "its permanent now," she said I downed my ale "what the fuck" I said lets off to bed
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Post by themirrorthief on Oct 10, 2018 9:04:00 GMT -5
I may not be much of a real poet...but I got a poet's soul!!!!
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Post by themirrorthief on Oct 15, 2018 10:28:18 GMT -5
slipping, sliding through this blood called life screams in the night sighs in the light which way to turn where to go when desperate days grow got to glow turn it around make progress go retro the burning always there has come to stay gotta look away for a minute or a year take my hand sweet beautiful goddess lead me away from it all soften me console me help me trip into tomorrow never drowning in that stream called sorrow pictures on the wall painted black got to color them red like blood cause i want to live and do it well while my bi plane fueled by dreams purple and orange flies a hundred miles overhead
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Post by themirrorthief on Oct 20, 2018 7:44:46 GMT -5
I cant explain this world today at best I can only look away shut my eyes to the madness and hate the endless debate the rudeness and fail I do what I can for me and mine and try to be polite to the rest of mankind I take care of my cat and stay in touch with my friends I try to stay clean and limit my sins a little at least keep myself on a lease try not to think or drink or blink but tomorrow is another day thanks for that wisdom Scarlett you cute little peach well time to get moving put myself in the breach maybe I can warm myself someday on some storm ravaged beach?
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Post by themirrorthief on Oct 27, 2018 9:04:32 GMT -5
and it grinds on days and nights odd or familiar sights looking different or the same through the rain misty days changes on the way things moving even dreams alter and sway I have the power like a gray and purple shower of leaves on a windy day on and on it comes and everything grinds on under the sun the warm, life giving God up there in the sky
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Post by themirrorthief on Nov 4, 2018 10:37:36 GMT -5
im not in the mood to write today kinda tired sleepy creepy and dull such is life you cant be a champion everyday so here it is something written in praise of not writing I think Ok, so its not great you are more than welcome to add a better one or even the best ever I know you have it in you somewhere but for now this is all I have enjoy or destroy I did try and almost tried hard unfortunately I have run out of viagara
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Post by themirrorthief on Nov 4, 2018 11:28:18 GMT -5
in my eyes are misty lights dripping colors deep and bright my mind is turning into something I cant explain my heart pours out the pain Im swirling in the sea of dreams providing me escape from all these strange and weird things the light so bright so soft so warm my heart so cold my thoughts bold and I stumble on making my days into mysteries look into my eyes and you can see darkness if you would but Im all about love and can never stop but I never would because dreams make me sigh with every day that passes by and I gently float on this fantasy cloud until the day that I simply can't
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