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Post by themirrorthief on Aug 6, 2019 23:38:16 GMT -5
The Way of Magic...sorry if I posted this before, its a personal favorite of mine
the spell you weave is a kind of mystic calling Im sure you made me your slave and I dreamed of you night and day your softness your eyes, your lips and the lies like a tree I want to keep growing and like a vision you are always glowing you set me free you imprison me I want to escape but not today or tonight when you bring delight and love is so sensual more pain than fantasy I serve your majesty and swim in the honey of your smile the dampness near your thighs even the hurt I cannot ignore but cannot despise
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Post by themirrorthief on Aug 7, 2019 21:46:41 GMT -5
writing poetry is a mental illness Im so sure of it once I thought it freed me allowed me escape but know I kno different it has imprisoned me forced me behind a wall where I cant see myself a poem is kind of vomit it comes out and you feel better but its still only vomit you see if you are unable to love you can write a poem if people terrify you just write a poem if you fear death write about it the entire swirl of your mad cravings can be painted with pictures made of words many or few its all up to you but in the long run it wont make you better never mind a cure you will be sick as ever and just as dead as alive
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Post by themirrorthief on Aug 7, 2019 21:48:31 GMT -5
oh my, my exquisite kind of madness...I burn on a pyre of boredom
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Post by themirrorthief on Aug 7, 2019 21:52:20 GMT -5
reading my poems will make you a little sick...Im sure of it
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Post by themirrorthief on Aug 7, 2019 21:58:35 GMT -5
this thread is just a sort of diary...just a kind of emotional picture book...I doubt any of them have any real meaning other than me diving deep into my ego
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Post by themirrorthief on Aug 16, 2019 23:09:30 GMT -5
life is a prison they say just bars and locks that you create yourself a salve for your fears drown yourself in security great artists live on the edge of what is safe and real they go where they will and dream of much more much, much more I am small and not so brave I live day to day hoping and praying for what I don't know love is always somewhere else and worry a constant burden maybe there is no point but we shall see if tomorrow comes I hope it will
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Post by themirrorthief on Aug 16, 2019 23:15:24 GMT -5
writing poetry is a mental illness Im so sure of it once I thought it freed me allowed me escape but know I kno different it has imprisoned me forced me behind a wall where I cant see myself a poem is kind of vomit it comes out and you feel better but its still only vomit you see if you are unable to love you can write a poem if people terrify you just write a poem if you fear death write about it the entire swirl of your mad cravings can be painted with pictures made of words many or few its all up to you but in the long run it wont make you better never mind a cure you will be sick as ever and just as dead as alive man that is very raw
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Post by themirrorthief on Aug 18, 2019 20:53:31 GMT -5
softly come to me softly my dear my love my everydream my desire for your pure heart keen mind like a guitar solo keep me amused and leaning toward heaven and all that entitles one dread scenes fly away far away when I embrace your soft love and your endearing wit so what if you aren't real
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Post by themirrorthief on Aug 18, 2019 21:30:18 GMT -5
oh my, my exquisite kind of madness...I burn on a pyre of boredom man you say the stupidest krap sometimes...please stop embarrassing yourself already
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Post by themirrorthief on Aug 23, 2019 23:46:16 GMT -5
go easy on him dude, he is only trying to convince himself his life as a little bit of meaning (not easy)
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Post by themirrorthief on Aug 23, 2019 23:47:02 GMT -5
stop talking to yourself...its a weird kind of mental masturbation
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Post by themirrorthief on Aug 23, 2019 23:47:18 GMT -5
screw you
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Post by themirrorthief on Aug 23, 2019 23:48:04 GMT -5
you wouldn't get so mad if the things I say weren't true
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Post by themirrorthief on Aug 23, 2019 23:48:38 GMT -5
Im always mad...and why would I not be
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Post by themirrorthief on Sept 5, 2019 23:57:56 GMT -5
bad girls break your heart and they are damned good at it they stomp on it and way down deep you know they are sick warped, far from "normal" their behavior proves it they can be so sincere and they will flash a glimpse of the tarnished angel that lives there somewhere inside when they cry on cue life would be easier without them fuck, theyre so complicated not a puzzle you can solve they are a bane to mankind but you cannot cannot ever forget them
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