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Post by themirrorthief on Sept 6, 2019 0:01:47 GMT -5
Im always mad...and why would I not be you got a point
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Post by themirrorthief on Sept 6, 2019 22:01:21 GMT -5
I desperately want to get back to writing prose but Im so flucking busy...Im a bit of a workaholic and I have lots of family issues too. But I WILL find a way...I have too, its in my blood.
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Post by themirrorthief on Sept 9, 2019 21:27:35 GMT -5
my old home town has filled up with ghosts and scenes from bygone days my best friend lived there we sat outside drank and smoked hes been dead for a very long time so long, that he no longer visits my dreams my parents house empty and forlorn I cant bring myself to sell it and another old empty house where my grandparents lived where I watched tv with my grandmother when I was to stoned to go home the old streets I walked over and over going nowhere you might say so many ghosts they overwhelm me I dread going back there just far to haunted old girlfriends lived there and there wish I had been nicer wish I had cared their faces glare out at me and so many the streets remind me Lord, I hate going back there the places and faces that made me
land of a thousand ghosts
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Post by themirrorthief on Sept 21, 2019 10:55:12 GMT -5
beautiful wind, lovely face
you came to me again carried on a cool breeze the memory of your face lovely, and smiling just there, beyond my touch chilling and refreshing but dangerous too that's the thing all so awesome carried on the wind a pretty child love is her name and her fame the wind brought her to me like a song playing somewhere over there, just over there or where? but love is a real thing and its more than a song carried by mother nature who sings her own song and creates the lovely things we all adore so deeply so very deeply so there you have it
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Post by themirrorthief on Sept 28, 2019 18:09:45 GMT -5
love goes where it will it needs no directions and heeds no traffic signs it penetrates the heart goes deep and long it never goes home it buries itself in your soul always proud and bold that's just the way time to pray for what you lost caring only about yourself and your little dreams mad aspirations and the intricacies of your little life love goes where it will up- a mountain, down a hill around and around happy or sad dull throbbing or mad thrill love goes where it will
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Post by themirrorthief on Sept 30, 2019 21:51:28 GMT -5
to much writing about women...drat
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Post by themirrorthief on Oct 2, 2019 21:39:50 GMT -5
r you a man who uses words or abuses them can a river flo through a mountain of iron or can a pistol kill a nation or waste a great oration bending from the wind cold wind spending love and money while meandering down my silly trail I want to chuck it all go out and have a ball but im lost somewhere unknown and below all that is right mistakes purify and I need that badly as I dream on this merry go round called murky existence
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Post by themirrorthief on Dec 2, 2019 17:23:49 GMT -5
my confusion and strange illusions keep me trapped inside myself safe from the world and all those stings and arrows that pierce deeply into tender souls and weather beaten wanderers in the valley of life its all to much and never enough but when its all good you feel guilty and weird like awaiting a storm oddly things work that way now and then if not always thus, I meander on down the trail of mist never knowing but always owing something to somebody somewhere or maybe not
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Post by themirrorthief on Dec 20, 2019 21:08:45 GMT -5
death came cold and unforgiving merciless and driven riding a steed of ice and frosty breath the grave awaits impatient and eager for its tribute of failed flesh cloaked in dark red and somber black long sleep awaits without dreams or regrets only the cold embrace lacking grace despite all this frightening imagery and the dream that is no more yet the darkness that envelopes all is perhaps the God's greatest blessing on their fools
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Post by buxom9sorceress on Dec 21, 2019 14:15:09 GMT -5
death came cold and unforgiving merciless and driven riding a steed of ice and frosty breath the grave awaits impatient and eager for its tribute of failed flesh cloaked in dark red and somber black long sleep awaits without dreams or regrets only the cold embrace lacking grace despite all this frightening imagery and the dream that is no more yet the darkness that envelopes all is perhaps the God's greatest blessing on their fools cool grim. ====== i smashed the ice steed into many melting shiny shards. then i mashed death into a restless pile of black beetles and faeces vile. it shall not take me yet! ====== hi mir-T
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Post by themirrorthief on Dec 25, 2019 21:02:24 GMT -5
hi sweet thanks for reading my dark little jingle
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Post by themirrorthief on Apr 24, 2020 0:33:46 GMT -5
life is a mystery all the strange things and all the Insanity we must endure you get beat down easily you try to hard and you are a fool to much of the times my world is dark joy is rare the future is full of fog and glare im not painting a pretty picture but Im mad so who cares repent get back u try again or surrender to the uncertain life find someone who has your back including in your bed great huge trees and mountains so high they overwhelm taste the honey and the sweet bliss of love deep and forgiving that the advice I give you hold it
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Post by themirrorthief on Apr 24, 2020 0:35:05 GMT -5
man, what a weird poem...good
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Post by themirrorthief on Apr 26, 2020 23:58:21 GMT -5
I dreamed so hard last night and so very deep I dreamed of her again so beautiful, she strolls through my subconscious mind and she does it so well and all the time every night moving with hypnotic rhythms soft hair and magnetic eyes watching, waiting a mobile masterpiece still, its only a dream and reality comes so soon so very soon
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Post by themirrorthief on May 5, 2020 21:57:17 GMT -5
mystery upon mysteries that is what life seems to be at least to me yes, I'm an introvert and paranoid but I soldier on through this world and all its strangeness show up on time take the drug tests fight for the dime whatever search for the deeper thread the hidden meaning explore the depths but you will still find only a little meaning in it all been there experienced that I'm a lean cat always falling out of my trees when I climb so high and so hard just to crash down so hard but I will keep trying fight the good fight try to score some points with someone I have to
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