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  1. #181
    The Green Jolly Robin H.
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    The hall of mirrors

    In every mirror is another hall

    Can you save your mother?

    She runs through the corridors looking for you

    Here, look

    You kill her with every breath when you do not search

    Are you too lazy to search?

    Have you forgotten the face of your father?

    You fear death but are death.

    There is no escaping the kairos


    either way, the reaper awaits you want to pretend like there is no reaper....

    Good, pretend his scythe does not cut

    And when it does, cry.....who will be there to console you?

    For you have forgotten the face of your father.

    NO ONE WILL BE THERE....just you...just you...friend.
    "i shut the door and in the morning
    it was open
    -the end"

    Olemn slammed his hammer and from the sparks on the metal of his anvil came the spheres of the heavens.

    Sayrah blew life into the spheres and they moved. From her wheel she weaved the names of people in to mystery.

  2. #182
    Senior Member Jaguar's Avatar
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    The cat
    Sat on
    The mat
    Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect.
    — Mark Twain
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  3. #183


    -Through an Atheists eyes -

    I walk into a church, and all I see are lost souls.
    Dedicating their lifes to an ancient lie.
    A fabrication of reality.
    In a desperate attempt to seek comfort, in all the wrong places.
    We do not need a deity for comfort. We do not need a god for a purpose.
    We should not help other so that we recieve a fake forgiveness for things we cannot control, that are human qualities.
    Our purpose can be derived from the world around us, as we seek to improve it for the people we share the world with.
    We should help our fellow man out of empathy and love.
    We should treasure our short lives upon this planet, floating through the infinite cosmos, together in harmony.

  4. #184
    MyPeeSmellsLikeCoffee247 five sounds's Avatar
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    IEE Ne


    Some days I wake up
    And think of all the men
    Before me and the fools
    They were to ever let you
    Slip through their fingers.
    They were such damn fools
    You know?
    They were the type of people
    To watch the rain through their windows
    And say “Don’t you just love the rain?”
    I, on the other hand, was the only one
    To watch it pour outside
    Take my shoes
    And anxiously and bravely
    Go dance madly in you

    -Christopher Poindexter
    You hem me in -- behind and before;
    you have laid your hand upon me.
    Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
    too lofty for me to attain.
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  5. #185
    Senior Member Noon's Avatar
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    the past is a coal fire-sealed on narrow feet
    the past is a raging sea of sound and light
    in recession. the past is question-faced men
    flipping coins beneath long lashes and constricted cores - sisyphus,
    salih, serpentine
    consanguinity between wrists and tips of shedding fingers.
    dream sequels lined out in palms.
    the longing left behind as the wind seeks
    something ever running.

    [I was brainstorming]
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  6. #186
    Junior Member antagonist.'s Avatar
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    ILI Te


    3 years;

    you only have today
    one day
    everyday to manipulate
    the continuity of your
    faceless acceptance
    in a world that expects
    and accepts nothing.
    we live amicably
    with our infection
    we forge paths
    with absent vicissitudes
    toward fortitude
    and backwards from
    being bereft.
    we do not look at the stars,
    we do not acknowledge
    our extremes
    or our lows
    in this broken down,
    half burnt roller coaster
    that kills several of our
    fellow warm bodies
    right before our eyes.
    but we do not notice,
    for we are on this march to the sea
    to the end
    to you and me
    and we tackle our absurdities,
    ignore the exceptions to the accepted
    and leave remnants of our souls behind--
    for we are all as substantial as
    soft, fragile, inconsistent
    red balloons
    and we float away just as easily.
    you may like to discuss drugs
    or alcohol
    or death
    as major flaws within our network of living
    but you will cleverly excuse our neglect
    severing of connective tissue between us
    and the humble, benevolent blindness
    that renders us all
    carefully brainwashed to exist
    in a world
    that clearly does not want us
    or me
    or you
    to understand that we are inferior,
    out of control,
    small particles in a grander scheme and
    perhaps of nucleates and generalized
    plans that involve our demise
    but begin with our blindness.

    who am i today?

    (didnt expect it to be this lomg lmao i might have gotten a little pissed whilst writing this)
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  7. #187
    MyPeeSmellsLikeCoffee247 five sounds's Avatar
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    So remember when the weather gets rough
    (You'll say to yourself)
    What is happening to my skin?
    Where is that protection that I needed?
    Air can hurt you too
    Air can hurt you too
    Some people say not to worry about the air
    Some people don't know shit about the

    - David Byrne Air
    You hem me in -- behind and before;
    you have laid your hand upon me.
    Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
    too lofty for me to attain.
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  8. #188
    @.~*virinaĉo*~.@ Totenkindly's Avatar
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    I was bored.

    Love, Vampire Style
    She bit him in the neck to slake
    her thirst; he answered with a stake.

    "You broke my heart," she gasped while dying.
    "Punctured it," he stressed (not lying).
    And when the sun came (as it must),
    Their romance quickly fell to dust.
    "Hey Capa -- We're only stardust." ~ "Sunshine"

    “Pleasure to me is wonder—the unexplored, the unexpected, the thing that is hidden and the changeless thing that lurks behind superficial mutability. To trace the remote in the immediate; the eternal in the ephemeral; the past in the present; the infinite in the finite; these are to me the springs of delight and beauty.” ~ H.P. Lovecraft

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    Junior Member starryeyed's Avatar
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    It is not the flesh that wants the flesh

    but a soul that wants the soul.

    Months go by

    and you still dwell in my subconscious .

    I’ve tried to run, hide, and deny..


    but you still remain the impact.

    You remind me of the great flood,

    you drowned me in my own mess.

    Memories and illusion cloud my vision.

    It feels like 40 days and 40 nights,

    without food or water to drink.

    Why should I feel bad?

    Why should I ever be sad?

    When I look through the eyes of my deepest good,

    I look and I see your deepest good.

    I see your soul.

    I feel it.

    I’m a control freak..

    And there’s nothing I can do about it.

    Everybody knows about my free-spirited nature,

    my rebellion, my revolution.

    I come and go as I please.

    I value freedom and independence..

    ..and I don’t bow down to anybody.

    But when night falls and everybody’s sleep..

    I take this sacred secret and I set it free,

    tattoo your persona on my etheric body..

    ..And surrender it to your greatness

    Nobody will ever understand.

    So, I stay hidden..dwelling in embarrassment

    …and regret..

    and I realize that the soul wins…

    The smoke has cleared from my eyes

    and lifted my veil to kill your imperfect disguise.

    I always knew you were special.

    It’s not the flesh that wants the flesh

    but a soul that wants the soul.

    I’ve tried to run, hide, and deny..


    but you still remain the impact.

  10. #190
    Junior Member Rala's Avatar
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    Spirit of a Phoenix

    In this corner the light is frail;
    so are the hands holding memories long gone.
    The childhood swing
    is creaking still
    far in the distance,
    scaring little birds away
    with broken promises and violent words,
    reverberating yesterday.

    But I am safe now,
    hiding behind my oblivion,
    learning to die a little bit more inside
    with every passing day,
    as I become the strong person
    I have got to be.

    You'll never see past the optimism
    that teases you so much;
    on this tall rock I shall stand,
    unreachable to the powerful,
    incomprehensible to the knowing,
    hopeless to the skeptical,
    a temple to myself.

    In this corner the light is still frail;
    frailer the hands which yet
    refuse to be your actions,
    but mine and mine alone,
    so with the spirit of a Phoenix
    I am moving on.

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