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Brief lines I think about by PoeticAlpha, literature

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Brief lines I think about

Last week, the Sun engulfed the Earth And it begged to be forgiven. Bullets and bells are two things that make us cover our ears to save our selves from the Ringing. There was a morbid intonation to that one, for sure. The Wilds pressed their heart-filled chest against mine and whispered, "You can." Candlelight O candlelight, do you hide from the flame or my shadowy figure skulking about the wall? There are brief lines I think about and I'd like to write a poem about them. Someday, the dim electronic lighting will stop forever and there won't be a soul to miss it. All of my heart and soul belongs to you but you don't know that you are you. Frequently, there is death and frequently, we take care of those who die. Choices to make are filling the air like butterflies released from their sanctuary. Some of them did not make it. Okay. If we ever meet again, Mister Sandman, do you think you could play that tune that I've loved and cherished and hoped for for so long? It's all very quantifiable, the length of time spent bathing in one's own bath of sulphur, blood, dried asphalt, woe, happiness, wretchedness, shiny apparatuses, and water. Overboard, you go. She went. When will the ache of the unexpected joy cease? Rich men will covet until the wealth is evenly spread amongst the cosmos but it will take time that nobody has to offer. This is simplicity, I'm afraid.

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A Lot by PoeticAlpha, literature

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A Lot

This pulsing in the back of my head A reality unseen and a mystic born anew I drink potion after potion To try and get through to you But all is unfair All is undone All is without a care, too All is The Sun. I whisper into the beauteous void Of the last thing I remember of you And you laughed at me heartily. You laughed at me Again and again as I am writing. Wait until I am done Because I will let you know That I have sat here in purgatory Among your great abode. Thank God for spell check Because I wouldn't have made it past the first Ode To you and a greater one that I imagine Without creating the horse I have known.

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The Boy with His Head Hung Low by PoeticAlpha, literature

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The Boy with His Head Hung Low

There walks a boy who's aura lives freely amidst the clouds; A boy who is heavenly dreaming of more. To him, our world is bright and luminous. To him, our reality is the other side of the fence. To him, our home is without decay or dust. To him, our self is never spent. In his arms, he guides us And in his arms we fall. In his presence beside us, We laugh and play and draw. The boy who makes the world go around. Theatre dimmed for atmosphere. Bangs and shots and rowdy cries Drip among us along with tears. Intermission. A wasteland Speckled with black, aged essence. You do not trade these shells. You do not whisk me into your tend

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Doppelganger by PoeticAlpha, literature

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Doppelganger

It was my misguided understanding that your lips would not stain mine After our due departure from Love. Yet, here I am, watching the sappy story play out and there they are again; Wisps of a yearning I knew not of. Soul searching for this sensation of a button pressed, I am the embodiment of confusion and fury. I am one who trekked the terrain just to arrive at Steppe: One. How ignorant was the notion that a man could starve himself by being dreary. I miss Love and all that came with her. From her cavernous eyes to her pastel album covers, And from her cordial spells to her vapid understanding of modern medicine. From her everything and ab

Gracious by PoeticAlpha, literature

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Gracious

Crunch goes the stopwatch. He looked at me with awe of stupidity; Fair warning of impending doom's embrace. Adjacent to me was a bar of heavy lead That could be applied to the head in desperate measures. Once forward. The powerful amphitheater that is this demonstration Began intimidation of the Damned. Defeat: Imminent. Embarrassment: Grand. Then my father took me into his arms And told me that he still loved me. For all the harm I've caused us, I was forgiven graciously.

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Firesand by myriadwhitedarkness, literature

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Firesand

You are likely disappointed, by my caked potter's hands. I've sat at this wheel so long, after all, throwing the same lump of clay. Every day, I come into the workshop, and mold it anew between my fingers. This formless mound, this slurry of unknowns, it changes often; always into something new. It has been made hard and fragile, twice-fired and sturdy...brittle as greenware. Fantastical shapes; thrown into the kiln, ground back to parched dust and shaped again. My palms are trying to hold this heart of earth, and bring it to life with its own possibility. You are likely disappointed, with my caked potter's hands. I've sat at this wheel so long, after all, throwing the same lump of clay. But with each shift of digits, each push of the pedal, I am learning to love this simple, formless mass... ...and its ever-changing potential.

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My skin is pale with blinding hopes; shotty wishes that strike my sins well. Hollow, humming wells that've never been more dry and cold. Feeble in the wake of a Goddess And miserable in the light of day. Superb at his timely drunken stupor, From where Repetition leaves one in a glass half empty; Mercury to the brim. Grey and dense, I am. My mind is black with tangled thoughts; painful ideas that threaten to choke. Twisted, twined masses of thread that’ve never been more choatic and torrid. Anemic in the aftermath of a divine Man And melancholic in the light of day, feeling less than. First-rate when she consumes poison. From where str

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

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Deviant for 9 years
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Mostly poetry here. A very wide variety including genres of sociopolitical, romance, morality, spiritual, and everything in between.

I do take requests, if you'd like a personal poem to be made about specific topics or written a certain way. Free of charge, all I ask is that you display my name wherever you post it.

I encourage criticism (both good and bad) on all of my work, so let me know what you think. I'd ask that you view 2 or 3 pieces before you comment with improvement strategies, though.

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