Many try To pick the locks she lay & though I seem lost I follow signs to lose my way I do believe there exists a key To a dead bolt so complex Never cease Hence, the desperate attempts Becoming a figment of forever Reduced to ashes A never ...―
Social digits make no difference The mark on my head controls the seasons And the air And the fire And there is no denying. No other, so who am I? Like others, I listen to the wind weep on my window On my shoulder, I observe On my final nerve. ...―
It’s always in the back of my mind In the stack of vines Divine SO kind… But not of mine It’s an artifice so wise… SO wise that even the skies divide before you arrive No mystery of whom – or what I speak of Or...―
Few things are more scary than a newsletter from a school that a child went missing, this tries to capture how serious times have become that our children now expect and perceive things like these as normal. Grave Danger Remember when she knew ...―
How am I supposed to know what’s right or wrong? I’m living life just as everyone else But everyone else – you – you’re all as nothing And everything being nothing makes energy as everything Thus, since everything is...―
By radiating sun, may the masses extinguish their feeble desire, will or woe But for me, I seek the glows of guidance underneath a razor’s eclipse The patchwork horizon is as untouched as your flesh, which is my flesh And which is my test is...―
Written in September 2007 She slices her wrist till there’s no blood to pour She’s lost in world where she has nothing left to care for She’ll kill herself tonight as she bleeds in the silent night She lost all her dignity and ...―
The kisses on the pavement are noted with faint blackness Because I warn of these speckles as they begins to bare color A, um, application of lids is summoned under lids, the eyes They are grotesque monstrosities, these visible marks of concern ...―
Cast adrift No where to go my hands grip this piece of flotsam can’t remember why * Piece of wracked ship splintered debris watery abyss sucked into darkest no one hears my cry * “welcome to the crypt” a hollow grating sound...―
This is my saddest attempt to try something new The line before really was written in cursive I was simply trying to spice upmy day; to try something new But it didn’t really help – it even hurt a little bit Nothing is new, and my ...―
This post created by CathieThe Green Flare is flaring again. I love the images the words they use create. Words flowing easily into shapes and feelings that explode like an exploding thing every so often like a deliciously rigged box of ...―
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