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Posted by Bsklgn on May 22, 2018 at 11:25 AM Comments comments (0)

Rip my soul, gouge my eyes 

Remove my heart with a butter knife 

This is what I'm living for

Show me my blood,my guts, my gore

Hurry now and do it fast

Make it quick but make it last





none of us were alive

the day Dan Hathowith died

Fears of Trees and Tears

Posted by para on April 21, 2018 at 9:10 PM Comments comments (0)

Everything stays the same for me

I see

Everything stays the same

For you the trees move

With the rhythm of the wind

But dare not leave their roots




Dark candle



That’s all you are

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Nothing More

Posted by para on April 1, 2018 at 1:20 AM Comments comments (0)

Were I to wear the fur of my beloved cat, the softest pelt known to the fingertips of mankind, I would feel peace.

Were I to melt into any reality between here and there, the broken space unseen by you, I would be solid; A specter intent on contentment.

But, as of such deficiency, I weaken. I weaken of anger. I weaken of frustration. I weaken of fear.

I we...

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Posted by Marsha on February 18, 2018 at 12:55 PM Comments comments (0)

sitting in darkness


surrounded by echoes






i hide behind a false sillhouette

smoke and mirrors

sleight of hand

a rabbit in a hat

i hear but cannot speak

i see but numb to feel

i imagine without dreaming

kaleidoscope vision taints the horizion




if you could envision my soul

what would your next move ...

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Posted by Cutter on February 17, 2018 at 2:40 PM Comments comments (0)

I see you, dressed only in paint, beads,

herbs hanging like offerings, woven into your curls,

jewelry sculpted of bones and stones,

no metal to disrupt your lightning,

I see you naked yet wrapped in power,

dressed in storms of light,

of shadow…


In my dream (I was not sleeping…)

I saw you wreathed in pink smoke, it flowed around you,

in a serpentine river, like sunset clouds,

just catching fire with evening,

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Back with a Broken Cello

Posted by Wordmachinist on February 16, 2018 at 8:35 PM Comments comments (2)

Back like a dagger in the gut
no more ruts...I am screaming machinery!!!

Broken cellos make the saddest laughter
not sure what I'm after but
seeds can lay dormant forever
broken machines that rust
may be polished once again
and to each of you my friends


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Posted by Cutter on August 12, 2017 at 1:00 AM Comments comments (0)

Drifting through the spaces between,

I travel by alleyways, game trails, train tracks

through overgrown valleys, dripping in grape vines,

barking dogs, the relentless hum of human life

mere yards away.


My skull, is a bone jar filled with madness,

roaring ghosts, quiet poems, restless tongues.

my dreams have dragged themselves into the world,

making my visage ripple, shift, glimmering,

as it absorbs the light.


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Posted by Bsklgn on May 15, 2017 at 11:10 PM Comments comments (0)

Im infected by the genetics you passed to me

Poisoned by the soul I inherited from you

An evil sickness that ran through your veins 

Now courses through my own 

Our black hearts beat as one

A synchonization of genetics and fate

Each day I become more like you

Angry, Violent, Drinking

I can't stop what God has decided 

I cant stop the infection from spreading 

The Shakespeare Man

Posted by DE Navarro on September 8, 2016 at 5:00 AM Comments comments (0)

Hope I'm posting this in the right place.

The Shakespeare Man


Alas my friend perchance that we should see
the twilight, Oh, the end of verse in rhyme,

or ever we should suffer such a fate
become the endless slaves of ever-time.

'Twill be such time I roll within the grave,
for long I've...

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Posted by Tammy Hendrix on August 17, 2016 at 12:40 AM Comments comments (0)

I found a flicker weary
Fading in dusky solitude
Beaten over in persecutions
Damned through self-flagellation

Carrying burdens that don’t belong
Bruised by those who would use
Betrayed time and time again
Tormented and terrorized

Standing reserved, an observer
Untouched still, depravity lost
Kept for a higher purpose
Here to love, to be treasured

I found a flame wild
Blazing in moonlights g...

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