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Post by themirrorthief on Dec 1, 2017 3:42:46 GMT -5
I see you surrounded by moonlight Pale, ghostly, and cool you glide through your garden of somber stone and dank fallen leaves my dreams creep up as I slumber unawares onward I blunder into your realm of graveyards and visions long dead but living yet in that shadowy world when demons and angels play together and mystify us with their sad songs of longing your black corset and drooping veil hide your eyes and the smell of mildew and age yet beauty can never die always it be born yet again and again always it lurks when darkness comes long past twilight out there in the vague drifting moonlight among the concrete angels walking forever with that strange smile and beckoning hand be patient my love for the time will come and I shall join you and we will dream together and be at peace
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Post by themirrorthief on Dec 26, 2017 10:46:38 GMT -5
memories are a curse they draw you back time and time again visions of scenes play in your heart and mind they leave you longing so hard to stay in the moment and accept the gifts today brings you so many have passed on and we wonder when we will meet again but time is a thief as Mick Jagger says but pardon me while I attempt to bar the door
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Post by themirrorthief on Dec 30, 2017 1:00:46 GMT -5
its better to be alone if you cant love anything real you cant feel things complete when you are lost you can only touch a ghost then watch it drift away like a broken bird drifting on a sea of depression and wasted passion mouths cry out in the night but they are silent when bathed in light just lost and drifting and unable to love
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Post by themirrorthief on Jan 12, 2018 3:10:55 GMT -5
I cant help the way I feel I like you and maybe you like me maybe more than you think I dont play games people learn to like that its good to be different when we are together sometimes it feels right sometimes it doesnt but two birds with damaged wings are bound to crash and bump against each other dont you think
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Post by themirrorthief on Jan 15, 2018 0:52:24 GMT -5
I guess Im killing myself because of love I work to hard and long and the money goes to the ones I care about to be honest, IM getting resentful having remorse questioning each choice but love is a powerful thing put millions in a grave hopelessly trying to save trying to be brave getting to far from me to be healthy maybe its all in my head been to long from my bed yesterday always in my head when I failed someone Lord spare me those regrets got to make a fresh start put it all in order before it makes my life a helluva lot shorter
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Post by themirrorthief on Jan 23, 2018 22:55:27 GMT -5
Ok you are beautiful almost proof that a master hand exists but I am conflicted do you have a beautiful heart that is the question I could help shelter you from the storm but vipers are poisonous even the ones in the garden of eden but I will do what I can for now at least please dont make me hate you because it would be ok if you could somehow learn to love and forget about yourself for a minute
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Post by themirrorthief on Feb 26, 2018 1:23:23 GMT -5
goodbye angel or was it all just a dream holding you was sweet even when you cried and I hurt for you I still hurt for you the pain you carry and gave to me is like a spear through the heart my lonely old heart Your life is a nighmare of using people and poisons but somehow you inspired me all the same I wanted to save you but im just to small you need someone strong and thats not me Im to human weak and insecure easily intimidated and afraid of everything if I cry no one cares my heart is big as the ocean but my wallet is lean a hockey stick and nearly as abused yea im feeling sorry for myself its the national profession damaged hearts just bouncing around like a bunch of lottery balls but there was something divine in it all but I guess I didn't have the strength or maybe the courage
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Post by themirrorthief on Jun 18, 2018 22:53:49 GMT -5
the bitter winds of june when the heat comes and bodies sweat they sweat out the poisons that strike quietly the women dress so cool its so fucking hot makes the passionate young again when dreams were sweet and there was so little fear in the dark the very dark and lonely night
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Post by themirrorthief on Aug 27, 2018 16:28:22 GMT -5
darkness over the grave nothing left, nothing saved put away, gone forever all gone black and never be back I dreamed of another world somewhere with brighter days and fair skinned women and many staged plays to watch and relax while drinking and smoking sans any decay no skies turned grey no long boring days just lovely women and a world without graves
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Post by themirrorthief on Sept 5, 2018 21:56:59 GMT -5
I smell the earth so dark and rich so old and new where my hearts dreams flew when the day made me sad and night made me glad for the cool and the cover just lying with my lover we loved the night away and dreamed of better days when sweat poured away and brought magic home to stay and give no more taking to live just swimming in the glow and the flow of sweet sensation and we pray as we chase away the frustration of these wonderful and bitter days
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Post by themirrorthief on Sept 5, 2018 21:57:44 GMT -5
sometimes I almost feel like a real poet
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Post by themirrorthief on Sept 17, 2018 21:35:10 GMT -5
love is a good thing soft and pretty gentle and pink on the tip of your tongue and just beyond your fingertips we cant all be loved though cause we are damaged I suppose just soldier on alone all by yourself on your boring throne but tomorrow is another day and something good might pass our way just turn and face the day its the modern insane way
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Post by themirrorthief on Sept 28, 2018 2:24:27 GMT -5
Belit's Grave
she lies at rest in a beautiful mystical place where stars shine brighter and the full moon lingers and the hues in daylight are soft and violet so many thousands of years have passed yet her bones and jewelry remain and sometimes her ghost walks its shrouded plain and she dreams yet of treasure and calm seas and even now and then of a dark haired barbarian you see her heart he truly claimed
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Post by themirrorthief on Oct 4, 2018 21:38:42 GMT -5
my heart bled away I watched it drip down the steps to my door my soul was left hanging just hanging there helpless and tired I painted my life red and watched as all fled tomorrow is a crime I didn't commit but like a dream life continues and dreams remind us of what was and maybe will be but then I have been touched by forces beyond way out there beyond but I can only stand and watch my heart bleed away a drip at a time a pretty color of red dark and liquid love departing into another realm where it creates joy and sadness in turn and always the sun burns my skin so hot my mind so fried my blood so wet my heart so liquid and bleeding its all fucked up and upside down in a curious sort of strange old fashioned and very tragic way
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Post by themirrorthief on Oct 29, 2018 0:24:34 GMT -5
days of renewal or withdrawal whispers carried on waters deep and flush with morning sun mermaids dance to a tune that was ancient when my grandparents were spawned golden rays seeping and the willows keep weeping, bending beneath the weight of all their years gentle caresses and tender caring long lashes and toned hearts they breath and leap and stand firm against time and all those missiles life has to hurl they have been touched by beauty and words songs that drop like pearls of white tinkling bells and winter dreams summer schemes and the smoking pipes of the old and smiling man drunk again on wine or the new day an adventure is dawning a new age is teetering on the brink of greatness snatch it while you can dream it soft like white sands do what you will and think because you can
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