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My broken heart
is traveling from
town to town
headed back around
to your arms:
the noose by which
it hangs.
is traveling from
town to town
headed back around
to your arms:
the noose by which
it hangs.
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Warblind
Welcome to the place
Where ancient roots are aroused.
Welcome to a savage place
Where all hope is doused.
The fields where heroes kill
And the weaker die.
Strings attached to puppets
Controlled by a great lie.
This place represents
Humanity's greatest defects.
It is cruel and brutal
On all of its subjects.
Men are measured in sweat
And blood.
The dead are adorned
With medals and mud.
The machines growl,
Enslaved to their masters.
Metal and gunpowder
Orchestrate this disaster.
The media lies
And the news delivers.
The politicians build bridges
Where there aren't any rivers.
Not a person is spared
From this place's evil
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oysteryes.
inkchild pressed her cold fingers
right up against mine.
they were like ten-thousand snowflakes,
packed together under her skin.
I couldn't move, couldn't
look her in
the reminiscing eye.
inkchild, cover your eyes.
between her shadow-blue
lips, the words
'i-have-a-confession'
formed.
her skin seemed so shallow,
so infused with blood..
just beneath the surface.
If I touched her,
would she fade?
inkchild, cover your eyes.
i wouldn't want to hurt her,
but her fingers,
so soft, so cold -
they're begging of me,
they're begging for love.
I look down, and
god - how beautiful she is.
Her great oyster eyes, so perfect
so white.
the smell o
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mirages.
he's a beautiful boy dressed as a nightmare, and he manages to lull everyone into his eyes. tendrils of blood trail after his delicate fingers, and he says he can be taken higher than ever. he holds you as gently as possible, and his skin silently burns alongside yours. something about his kisses tastes not quite right, but when he presses his red, red lips harder against yours, you can't quite focus.
he paints mirages of broken legs and collapsed hearts, draws suns of forgotten dreams and fearsome pulsations. because somehow, he doesn't survive, doesn't live through storms of fire, doesn't end up seeing the light of day. he scratches at the
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A free verse poem:
Originally written for a 21 word challenge sponsored by:
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I don't write short poems very often, does the imagery used give a clear picture of the journey and the nature of the relationship?
Originally written for a 21 word challenge sponsored by:
For submitting it to
I don't write short poems very often, does the imagery used give a clear picture of the journey and the nature of the relationship?
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remarkable little poem : o not many people can express something in so few words, amazing job ^^