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Post by themirrorthief on Feb 20, 2017 19:50:01 GMT -5
Im not gonna lie life is not a perfect kind of thing there is lots of pain and plenty of rain and shame too the sun doesnt always shine and there are dark places in every heart loneliness is a symptom of our days yearnings and impossible dreams make it so damned hard try to get balance find some safe place to think and function like a real person whatever a real person is we can all be better we can all be but wind is cold today and I am a little sick inside and out no one is there to catch me when I fall when I fail when I curse and wail at all that is unjust and broken like my heart I cant sew it back together anymore just let it bleed bleed out and pump it all away life is like that like that and more and more it seems tomorrow will come with its suitcase of tears and bowed heads
broken
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Post by ChrisLAdams on Feb 20, 2017 21:30:44 GMT -5
Im not gonna lie life is not a perfect kind of thing there is lots of pain and plenty of rain and shame too the sun doesnt always shine and there are dark places in every heart loneliness is a symptom of our days yearnings and impossible dreams make it so damned hard try to get balance find some safe place to think and function like a real person whatever a real person is we can all be better we can all be but wind is cold today and I am a little sick inside and out no one is there to catch me when I fall when I fail when I curse and wail at all that is unjust and broken like my heart I cant sew it back together anymore just let it bleed bleed out and pump it all away life is like that like that and more and more it seems tomorrow will come with its suitcase of tears and bowed heads broken I felt like some of this the other day. Not all of it - but some of it. Good, strong piece.
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Post by buxom9sorceress on Feb 22, 2017 12:15:05 GMT -5
Im not gonna lie life is not a perfect kind of thing there is lots of pain and plenty of rain and shame too the sun doesnt always shine and there are dark places in every heart loneliness is a symptom of our days yearnings and impossible dreams make it so damned hard try to get balance find some safe place to think and function like a real person whatever a real person is we can all be better we can all be but wind is cold today and I am a little sick inside and out no one is there to catch me when I fall when I fail when I curse and wail at all that is unjust and broken like my heart I cant sew it back together anymore just let it bleed bleed out and pump it all away life is like that like that and more and more it seems tomorrow will come with its suitcase of tears and bowed heads broken Very well captured: the stark grimness of dark blues.
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Post by themirrorthief on Feb 22, 2017 18:14:06 GMT -5
thanks guys for all the super nicec comments...I try hard!!!
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Post by themirrorthief on Mar 10, 2017 17:09:53 GMT -5
the sparkle on the flowers was brilliant like diamonds bold and speaking words in a language ancient and all knowing her hair was light and felt so fine on my finger tips and when we kissed the softness there left me stunned and all alone in my joy hand in hand we walked beside water they flowed forever not stopping and eternity in a second that was what the term perfection was meant to be leaves swaying in rhythm to timeless nature and sun making everything yellow and bold just a few tiny droplets of life frozen in time and they soothe me pour freshness into my mind and let me drift free as I dream of kindness beauty and more perfect days
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Post by themirrorthief on Mar 10, 2017 17:11:46 GMT -5
there are so many
weird things in
the night
their eyes burn
they moan
and take to flight
vampires, bats,
gargoyles and gnats
they carry ancient
bows
and wear old hats
they smell like
anything awful
they curse and sing
they make rap metal
sound soothing
to whisper their names
is bruising
to the lips and
the tongue
they spit and they spin
they howl
and unleash
their bowels
on farmers and fishers
and wives
with fat jaws
they gnaw on the dead
they creep and they claw
some say they're
from hell
or perhaps
Arkansas
the eastern part Im sure
quite near
the river
that's why they're
always damp
and cursed with a shiver
but witches they
hate
for they put demons to work
they must rise from
their lair
to harass and tear
out the souls
and hearts of men
first one and then
ten
night is soon come
so lock and bar
the door
first one
then ten
and then a hundred
more
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Post by themirrorthief on Mar 10, 2017 17:14:16 GMT -5
I'll carry it to you across an ocean of failed dreams something touching I've built it seems inspiration has come to me something beautiful and now I want to add to that place in our hearts where emotions run free and easy filled with hope and art and song I'll push back against darkness long sad days as I pass through this tunnel of broken promises and shattered love my talent is ill conceived my belief is divinely inspired and when its through the last word put down and I lift the pen I'll carry it to you and we can dream together
I'll carry it to you
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Post by themirrorthief on Mar 10, 2017 17:27:09 GMT -5
the night is still at last the quiet is so real the hum of my ceiling fan and the faint sounds of a tv coming from another apartment
what does one think at times like this Im a little tired that rat race that goes on and on the rats are so fast and they run in so many different directions and what about love is it real or a dream for me its more a dream I doubt I'll ever have the courage to be loved I'll never convince myself that I deserve it I guess I've constructed my prison with walls high and deep and I sit alone inside wondering and thinking why I did all this just to avoid a mistake or pain which is all I have now Oh yes there are moments fleeting, like fallen stars wish I had them all in a little jar but the wind blows so cold across my heart and my mind is so filled with fear and paranoia and life goes on stumbling day to day long nights end and another begins we want to scream smash it all with a hammer but here we are with this massive mountain of doubt and self loathing on our back and this cage around our mind freedom so far away and it carries love with it a little more each sad day
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Post by themirrorthief on Mar 10, 2017 17:30:51 GMT -5
moist are my lips dreaming about my love she waits in a haunted mansion with other remnants of the past she lives within my heart and mind and haunts without a soul confined to the whims of the wind and the divine I seek her still and forever will no longer the softness the touch or embrace the earth holds her cold, its crushing charade I drown in the past I hide from the light I return to the dust before ends this unholy night
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Post by buxom9sorceress on Mar 11, 2017 23:56:01 GMT -5
Hey Mirror-t thanks for the rush of 5 new poems - wow. [ it could take me some time to absorb all the energy and feed my weird moonlight hunger for arcane poetic words? My mi-go-crystal-headset [ found deep under lake Titicaca ] helps me to translate the power of special poems. ]
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Post by themirrorthief on Mar 27, 2017 16:57:16 GMT -5
hey Sylvia I understand its not easy having a dysfunctional brain one to powerful for a mere human frame long days and horrific nights battling until you are exhausted you want to cry but it wouldn't help you want to scream but no one is listening its a common thing but knowing that is pointless just keep writing for some odd reason for some compulsive compulsion and you do it well creating in hell trapped in the bell jar inside your invisible prison no one can find no one has the key at least now you have peace but it didn't have to happen but then again nothing has to happen or does it?
Sylvia Plath is Dead
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Post by themirrorthief on Mar 30, 2017 1:47:26 GMT -5
I dreamed about war and water men who love their daughters and sons who might actually be the sons of other men isnt that odd My God, it is so odd you love them but one day you look hard at them and you just know there is nothing no part of you there so you walk away full of anger or hurt feelings or maybe its all just an excuse you cant love strangers and a woman who lies is the worst kind of stranger dont you think? of course you think The French think a lot France must be boring with all that thinking going on so I wont go there although I already did and in the end we all get what we got coming even if we cant ever understand why
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Post by themirrorthief on Apr 26, 2017 16:01:19 GMT -5
hate and madness rule the world everyday I become more convinced try to make sense of it and you will go mad too try to stay sane and sober its impossible there is so little sense of family and love has become internet porn television is terrible just propaganda and commercials cheap reality programs and of course lots and lots of bad news for your viewing pleasure everyone hates each other its all about me and mine fuck you fuck them fuck it and the beat goes on right into the trash escape through the big explosions and brutal killings on tv and movies that will help get it off your mind relax your nerves for a few actually art cant save you and bad art only helps destroy you at least time marches on and even hell cant last forever maybe
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Post by themirrorthief on May 12, 2017 0:08:33 GMT -5
the way I feel yesterday and the day after makes it gray scenes that stay sometimes torture overcast emotions and passerbys who glance then look away and continue with their lives their own personal Jesus or hell what is the difference up, down sideways or upside down like the clowns they all make me sad because when I take pause to hope and look around all I see are blindmen and ghosts unbidden hosts of dark realms beneath my skin where things gnaw and ache to much take, take, take not enough soothing words in my day or nights which never go away but beckon me onward towards the place that always stays shrouded in mystery and questions surreal or faded
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Post by buxom9sorceress on May 12, 2017 7:28:06 GMT -5
Hey Mirror-T blast some of your 'gloom' far out into space? give us a poem about your enjoyment of 'guardians of the galaxy 2' ? Please?
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