Good Bye, Good Luck, I'm Gone!-Laura-
~sharkoftheday
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Of PomegranatesIf only angels looked upon our love, But how they’d smile, giggling at us, At this, though common, sighing from above;Of Pomegranates
Beauty’s contained and found in all things just, Delighting in the pomegranate’s seed, For you alone the meaning’s not of lust,
For you, a mistress to your passion’s need, Admitting vulnerability, Have taken comfort following in my lead.
Through moments of joy and uncertainty, Euphoria and pain become our worlds, And we revel or cry in commonality;
At night, unfettered, lie we both unfurled In nylon, silk, and satin ecsta
by ~sharkoftheday
Journey Through the Unknownwhat is this folly so carelessly knighted by way of a thrusting of swords through the heart’s vessels? washing the hands of attendants in blood from wounds openly spewing from fountains of youthfulness;Journey Through the Unknown
end of a figure transfers to another the hopelessness cloaking all efforts for change men try bringing to earth, which has changed but position in space and in time as it looms from eternal rest;
trapped in expiring forms which in dirt will lie evermore now and forever consumed by all worms and all plants which will grow to contented die, how can a soul ever dream
by ~sharkoftheday
WatersA warm breeze rushes from the sea Fantastic in its multiple facets Of grey, red, and blue, of a dim light from the lighthouse shining through the palpable fog, The sun gleams with its last rays Upon the ever-changing movement of waves And patterns of tides reaching the ends of the world.Waters
What of these waters? Be they a peaceful lake Wide, steady, and serene? Or perhaps various rivers Streamed hither and thither In scattered uniformity? Are there raging rapids, bright reflections Evoking the greatest awe?!
None of this! Such matters ar
by ~sharkoftheday
AutumnIt was a weary autumn night, Fruitless trees were rustling Complaints of undermined might, A chill wind was blowing Under the illuminated sky, lighted By a place far from sight, close in mind;Autumn
“It could almost be daylight,” She said, for we stood together, And although we both knew It was true Of this lonesome autumn night, I was silent, she was still;
I spoke, “If daylight it is, Then let us enjoy it,” A flash of black, she had turned Towards me with a smile Unfolding across her face As a butterfly its wings;
Anoth
by ~sharkoftheday
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Random SongShe said she was tired of this whole image war, “The magazines and the beauty queens, All slaves to the masses”Random Song
He tried not to laugh
As she sang, Another random song As she trailed off Falling asleep on the phone
She said she was tired of feeling like this, “The anxiety and the complexity,” She just needed to cry, Then she would be fine Then she would be okay
He tried not to interrupt
As she sang, Another random song As she ranted again Long into the school-night
She said she was ti
by ~blushingsilly07
What Am I?I am something that is nothing; To deceive until the end I am but a shadow of the meadow; Who never shows the face I am lost without a cause; No dreams, no hopes, no trust is because I am a cry among the lie; Hear me yell, hear me scream hear me not it will seemWhat Am I?
I am as dark as the night; Dancing shadows throughout the dark I am as bright as the light; Fear me not for I am right I am a dove that flutters high; So pure, so sweet, so fair, watch me despair I am a moth that splutters and dies; Watch me fly high then fall and cry
Who know
by ~LostBlueDreams
SociopathMight I describe of what wants to be - Me in flash of golden grotesque, Parade of flowering gentle sweets of thrash –Sociopath
Devine bliss of purity gone once they clash.
Touché. They say. One or twice, as I – Fall yonder, beyond the dreaming world, My mind. Caught thrice! Through – Withered fields. Like darkened sky.
They ask for morals. I say nay, the bleeding – truth is I have nought but love for the freedom. Strange, unusual, different, idiosyncratic, They reply. Random thoughts stray from
by ~LostBlueDreams
Eternity at 5amThese nights have not been long, they’re timeless, Stretching out over past, present, future.Eternity at 5am
I draw the quilt over my head to shut out Darkness, demons and all forms of life.
Falling into Nights of induced half-sleep with Covers over head and heat Forming a womb-like enclosure in which To dream vividly of matters too great (and obscure) To speak of in detail.
Waking takes hours in “real time” and
A lifetime to my mind, yet it still occurs As sunlight flows in Subdued to a warm red glow by the curtains.
I press and inspect my arms,
by ~NotEntirelyMe
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- Interests: Jazz Guitar, poetry, philosophy, Deviant Art
- Favourite movie: 2001: A Space Odyssey, The Matrix Series (all 3 in other words)
- Favourite band or musician: John Coltrane, Joe Pass, John Stowell, and Django Reinhardt to name a few
- Favourite genre of music: All styles of Jazz (although I also like classical)
- Favourite artist: Brother's Quay
- Favourite poet or writer: Edgar Allen Poe (The Conqueror Worm)
- Favourite style of art: surrealism
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- Personal Quote: We are but actors on a stage called life performing a play entitled Death
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