Person's Poetry

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Our Silence

Our Exordium was wept

by nothing which can express these foreign disturbances

I met both bleeding eyes in surprise

Awaiting reply

Your silence only cryptically crept over the crevice of my lip

Solemn dalliance devirginiating my subsistence

With the hostility of demons devouring angels

Your comatose event

The petals of my rose ensorcelled, rotten to their fibers

cast upon the frigid earth

I slumber with the detritus reflecting

My silence...

Can you please tell me what all of this means?

I was once beyond mind but not this time.

 
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Crystal Tears

 


 I took one taste of your sin , my mind spun into a cataclysm of dreaded beautiful nightmares, yet in my disbelief; you held me

The glorious price of agony I paid to be your savior, here it's me-only me taming that which you fear

what was that thing I felt?

Weaving-grinding-in-through me like possibility shattering a silhouette of all feelings wept

Dying faithlessly in your eyes, still hoping, confronting all your lies, never wanting

Crystal tears from my eyes, I regret the most,

For them to realize, it's you who stole my truth...

Thorns splicing everything without a name, here I lay, your slain-angel in pain.

 
DarknessLover

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Wow, lot's of fancy words! I Didn't understand one of them! Ha ha

I still like the way it sounded and felt on the tounge

 
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Person

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Mistaken

Mislead to my unfortunate.

Here I wait for you under the blood soaked stars

In the cloak of the night I cry out to you

My weeping is absorbed not by you but by something other

"Give it a name

Give it a name

Give it a name..."

Is all that can be reflected into the mind from a standpoint

I divulge inside the absence questioning me

still your pupils excrete interrogations

that I will always leave unanswered

what remains of me

will remain of you

and so I'll repeat the verse as if I've sung it before...

"Abro mi corazón en la elasticidad fuera de lo que temo la mayoria

En este momento ahora revelado: aqui miente mi fantasma"

 
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Person

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Wow, lot's of fancy words! I Didn't understand one of them! Ha ha
I still like the way it sounded and felt on the tounge
Click to expand...
hehehe thanks...

sorta felt I should post some of my stuff *nods*

 
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Person

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Before...

Could not the glass of a thousand

not the glass of a million

not the glass of a many

break down the passion within the world

Crack the fragile, bleeding sympathy

of the backbone of nature with

Man's wars and armageddon

Make me vomit

again and again and again

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow

For his shrunk shank and his big manly voice

Proving again to us that we're just flickers

Floaters and free replaceable spirits of a sphere

of a globe where no gravity grows

no control

But in seconds of desperate hours

of pre-measured sicklied time

I cry out to you, you and only you

like a vulture crying to its corpse created crease prey

Pray I do, unto you :

Ave...

Gratia pleana, dominus tecum


Benedicta tu...nostrae.

The healing has scattered

but my memories of thee, have not

Please come back to me

Before it is we

Before it is you

Before it is me

Before it is all forgot

 
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Revisit

I am the false truth,

hidden underneath every loose flaw,

nothing you can do , will prove, all the damage you've left to do,

Why this again, bringing it back before...

Weakness eating me, your hate inspiring the unsaid

Would you still want me after I expire?

Burning in desires fire

Closer,farther we separate,

Victim to isolation,never great

I stand waiting, but the demon of desecration will not stop,

losing, losing ,losing, another drop...

Every second racing, and flowering with what I've not said[all the dread]

I stole your tears from you, the owner who's love I [cannot] rebuke

But will you lay me down to sleep, hold me, for I'm yours to keep,

Do not let the others prey, suffering, with night nor day,

Banishment I cannot pay,

Keep me here in your grasp, unforgettably I'll be your last

Love, I'm here to stay....

No longer one wanted, as I am hunted, by no other way of will I force into your kill, sweetly as the stars and skies, bleed blood sick, keep me,keep me,keep me close, my sins run thin,losing your touch,I slip

....I'm whole within.

 
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Person

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The Dove

okay this piece is entitled "the dove". Since this is art, it's open to anyone's interpretation and criticism. this is along the lines of how something pure,and holy thus the "dove" representing righteousness/innocence,etc. is conformed, manipulated, and raped by society,man,and the stray messenger pigeons(the pigeons being peers to the dove). I started it off like this...though it requires more editing...

I'll comfort thee with serenity, do not look for me, for I am your destiny

With broken wings, the ability to fly is nothing more than a mere lie, I cannot send messages, as the pigeons do, when my wings are no longer glued, but instead severed and heavily weathered, I'll visit those in pain, with nothing more to gain , do not feel ashamed , this sinner has become persecuted just as you've been wrongly macerated, is it a striking shame , in which no other can claim, but only inflict a rain of pain upon my broken wings, of which I've tried rigorously to soar, when my limbs no longer work anymore, becoming more sore and sore, and therefore no more may I help thee, observe what you've done to me: hunted [me] far and wide, by men with no pride , why am I even still alive? Shot down by man, with his wicked firearm in hand, how he knows only how to pollute the truth of how I will never be apart of the rest of the flock of these pigeons, Whom's rage he's inflicted upon me, a wrath so divine that keeps spitting in my mind, is this why I'm not like the rest of the messengers ? Why must I be the one to pay the price? Who could ever select me! The no name dove. The empty vitality.

 
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Person

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Kiss

Everytime I told you the truth

Love came out of your mouth

What was hurting me

was hurting you

and I couldn't control

the thought of leaving you.

I acted selfish by ignoring you, you acted selfish

by not caring for me.

Nothing burdens me more inside like the wrenching

I get by you,

make me feel alive. Making me feel alive. Feel Alive. Alive.

I blame you

I blame me

I blame the things that couldn't be worser than all of me

Still by sound, I'm on your way

I never once, meant to hurt you

I never once, felt such joy

We never once, felt such love

No more forgiving for the past

No more re-living for the past

Let the time run through

Tidal wave time.

I know I mattered somewhere?

Somewhere, where I made my silhouette

I'm not the only one ending up like this:

There's nothing to lose anymore,

for I know what is hidden beyond becoming beautiful.

 
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Person

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Thanks Jos! Pete!

When I'm with You

Sometimes it becomes a danger to think

Showing love without all that matters

to disguise myself.

No I'm not alive to myself anymore,

than I am to the world, so my love,

to yourself- die away.

But if I could bleed

But if I could see

all the mystery, fulfilling thee, then , please

make it to be, the exact same thing it could be,

by allowing hurt to me

by flowering harm to be.

Not so endlessly until I begin to see

I'm killing all of me.

No more apologies; I've stole them all.

I just want to be your love

All that matters to the sun

All that shatters to the stars, and the moon

I cannot say, but love, to would be able to, to love to,

to keep them to, to love, able to, to all without.

To all without guilt of destruction, without guilt of corruption, I loved to thee.

And I'm all of me, wasting the days, subconsciously

keeping by you, all of me

Never to return

never to be

The Angel, I promised to thee

 
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Savour Saviour

Make use of the apple from the garden

Ponder the core of sweet potency

Take its seeds that be not forgotten

Plant the placid possibility

If all but one tree fails to produce

Use temptation as an excuse

 
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Questions from the Dearly Departed

If I died would you care?


I mean, what if I was no longer there?

 


Would the world suddenly end?


Would you mourn me my friend?

 


Would you feel such deep sorrow,


That you'd care not of tomorrow?

 


Would you somehow honor me?


Could that set your conscience free?

 


Would people I hardly knew suddenly claim to have been my close friend?


Would they pledge their assistance to the cold, and bitter end?

 


Could you survive without me?


Move on and just be?

 


How many people would attend my funeral service?


Would the chapel be full and the eulogizer nervous?

 


Who would deliver that eulogy?


Would they say wonderful things about me?

 


As my corpse lay at the front of the hall


Would some be planning their afternoon at the mall?

 


What would become of my family?


All those who have grown to rely upon me.

 


Would the show of support be overwhelming at first?


But slowly diminish once they get through the worst?

 


I would be gone, simply not here.


They'd be alone to fight through the heartache and fear.

 


So what if I died right here on the spot?


Trying to finish a poem but this was as far as I got.

 


Would I be able to write the rest in my head?


Or would I just be gone, cold, and simply put, dead.

 


The world would continue along without me


Others now being where I used to be.

 


At first my presence would still seem so strong


But then slowly diminish as they all move along

 


Of course they'd talk and say, "Remember him?"


But over time these occurrences would grow increasingly slim.

 


Simply forgotten as time wastes away


My existence more vanished with each passing day

 


The more that I ask, the better I see


This question is not for you, it's more just for me.

 


So I'll rephrase and make it concise


No sugar coating to make it sound nice

 


If I died, why should I care?


It would simply just mean that I'm no longer there.

 
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