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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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