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Poem of the Week 9.5Ladies and Gentlemen, this is an extension of last week's post. Due to an error on the part of the Editor, crits written by Poem-of-the-Week staffer bloodwitness were omitted from the original publication.Poem of the Week 9.5
Your Refrigerator's Running written by s0lidsn4k3
"Maybe truth is only perception- like dreams and ghosts."
& some peoples' perceptions are more fucked up than most if you can think for a single second that this vast plain of reality is constructed out of every single thing that your eyes can see, nothing more or less.
The refrigerator light d
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Poem of the Week 9Your Refrigerator's Running written by s0lidsn4k3Poem of the Week 9
"Maybe truth is only perception- like dreams and ghosts."
& some peoples' perceptions are more fucked up than most if you can think for a single second that this vast plain of reality is constructed out of every single thing that your eyes can see, nothing more or less.
The refrigerator light doesn't exist when the door's shut, and neither does my starry night?
You've closed your eyes when the visions got too bad; I suppose your tries to end them ended in a drag race of fate that saw you take ho
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Shattered Tides, Broken DreamsThe broken tides flow washing in the shattered hopes back to those who dream.Shattered Tides, Broken Dreams
I sit here, on the edge, listening to the waves, watching just over the horizon.
My hopes diffused, lost in the waters seeming never to come back.
Tears from my own eyes, streak down the beach sands adding to the oceanic waters.
As time passes,
I keep within my mind the solitary thought
The broken tides flow washing in the shattered hopes back to those who dream.
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morning gloryWalking barefoot, As though entranced, Through thickets Of swollen memories.morning glory
Twirling slowly, As if dreaming, Through air Thickly humid.
I hear you; stop and turn, Hair brushing my shoulders. I lay back; submissive, In ever-thirsty meadows.
Smoke weaves, As though living, Through flora Gently swaying.
Passion streams, As if water, Through hair Thoroughly blended.
I hear you; stop and turn, Hair brushing my shoulders. I lay back; submissive, In ever-thirsty meadows. &
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The WindA rose rests softly on the soil A cold wind comes with icy hands of frost Wringing the life from the flower Wringing the color from the dayThe Wind
A man died that day A chilling breeze sweeps through Whisking his soul to the depths of hell Whisking her future into the jowls of pain
A child stands there in the cold A cool blast robs her of her warmth Wallowing in pain she dies Wallowing there, they do not care, stealing all the same
A Junkie dies in a pool of blood A freezing grasp wraps his mind Warped and wicked he died Warped from the add
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