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Post by themirrorthief on Apr 3, 2019 22:17:33 GMT -5
and darkness fell
and filled the land
and the hearts
of the people
many were sad
they walked in silence
not daring to look
in anothers face
but healing is on the way
but also the insanity
the war and damnation
for the nation
and slowly it all
just
drains into
a black river
thet may
never end
amen
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Post by themirrorthief on Jun 27, 2019 20:53:38 GMT -5
mad looks in the mirror
words that lead to nothingness
drifting on that ocean
of days dripping
into each other
I will spell it out
for you
I stand alone
we all do
now lead me to
your legends
and wonders of
the past
so long ago
so far away
spellbound in a coma
but still dreams
come
and the pain killers
only dull the visions
the rather insane illusions
while we waste our time
only seeing
things we wish
to see
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Post by themirrorthief on Jun 27, 2019 20:58:03 GMT -5
the mirrorthief, the master of grief, a drinker of bleach, an infection that pulses
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Post by themirrorthief on Jun 27, 2019 20:59:49 GMT -5
I would say something, but why
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Post by themirrorthief on Jul 22, 2019 1:57:38 GMT -5
lately dreams
have come to nothing
beautiful winds
moan to Gods
unknown and unknowable
they pass through
my mind and hands
like blood draining
from a wounded soldier
my thoughts are in transition
to nothing I suspect
I have become
what I am
again
and soft are my wishes
longing and precision
my enemies
and I travel on
through the maze
and over the glades
great trees block
the sky
into their arms
I want to fly
they could hold and caress
me
and send me back down
a fresher and
and more deserving soul
despite everything
I have sold
and the poetry
that spreads my sickness
continues
even at this late hour
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Post by themirrorthief on Jul 22, 2019 1:59:07 GMT -5
got a better one I will post tomorrow...just got to locate the paperback novel I wrote it in
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Post by themirrorthief on Jul 22, 2019 2:00:15 GMT -5
John Keats is worrying the piss out of me...
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Post by themirrorthief on Jul 22, 2019 2:03:54 GMT -5
if a poem doesn't shock people is it art?
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Post by themirrorthief on Jul 22, 2019 2:11:18 GMT -5
I could shock you with a poem I wrote called LIfe is like a box of shit...however, I personally think it isn't art
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Post by themirrorthief on Aug 11, 2019 23:55:48 GMT -5
dammit I miss you
you will always
have a place
in my heart
for what its worth
maybe not much
you cant help that
you are crazy
and a user
and just a bad person but
when you smiled
I saw a child
maybe a little angry
but still needing
love, affection some kind
of connection
but you crave
the painted world
where nothing is real
nothing matters
all is scattered
so I must stay away
life is more than play
and drama
its just that way so
for you I pray
God keep you
help you find that whatever
makes bad girls happy
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Post by themirrorthief on Aug 26, 2019 15:56:43 GMT -5
youre so damned sick
so corrupt and mental
self centered to the ultimate
but when you cry
it hurts
so odd you
cant accept what you need
impossible to get clean
you have to punish
the child
the poor confused child
locked so far inside
in hell its jailed
my heart goes out to you
if only you had one
but what to do
you carry drama
in a huge duffel bag
on your back
you only know how to strike
you cannot give
your soul is so bare
at least you are beautiful
and that's something
I suppose
and you damned sure
know how to work it
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Post by themirrorthief on Aug 26, 2019 15:58:34 GMT -5
love can be so traumatic
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Post by themirrorthief on Sept 21, 2019 21:27:59 GMT -5
the one with
the pretty face
you cant ignore
her
her smile is crack
so addictive
of course I love her
she might even love me a bit
but I always imagine that
when it comes to women
being lonely does that
to you
its not so pleasant
but who knows
love is an arrow
fired blindly
maybe one will strike me
and melt my stone heart
at last
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Post by themirrorthief on Oct 7, 2019 22:21:02 GMT -5
man, that last poem was manure
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Post by themirrorthief on Dec 4, 2019 17:24:59 GMT -5
I work to much
probably working myself to death
literally
but I need money
and Im to cowardly to be a thief
or sell drugs
or pimp women
or use a woman
altho I hope my wife
buys me dinner tonight
she should
cause I paid all those bills
that never stop coming
being civilized sucks
REH was right
I should be out with my
pals
raiding, raping, drinking
and pillaging
the good ole days are gone
Howard knew what he was
about
the fun stuff is over
but what do I really care
I will attack a nice steak SOON
Hopefully
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