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On the Summit
A Presumptive Tale of a Wishful Guy and a Hot Girl Getting Smashed In Town On the Weekend if i get stoned and you get drunk on a cold night in november will you share this experience will you come over to sleep on the couch so I can take the bed and there is puke a stain of blood both too... -
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Watching My Own Grave In the dead of night an old tombstone stands tall. Covered with moss the stench of death pervades all. Under the old dead tree hearken! the old owl's cry. I stand and watch my own grave bleeding dry. My sharp yellow eyes pierce through night's veil. My own face I see... -
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Everything's Ruined tonight a star fell from the sky it caught the corner of my eye I pulled it out of my blurred sight and turned 'round to face the light so there's you with a glittery face ready for a smile and warm embrace but just before I reach out to you you tell me there's more than us... -
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February, 1953 enter night and cold rain enter the flood enter the crashing waves... on top of these rusted rooftops in the wake of the flashing lights beneath the water rushes by carrying along the dying souls there are chairs floating and sinking an old sofa bobbing on the stream and when i... -
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Of The Stars And The Sun Together we are staring Up At the inky black sky The night littered with dots Light Flashing brilliant colours The zodiac turns over us Slow In the course of a year Your hand strung in mine Soft Eyes raised at the dark And then the sun drifts In To a beautiful end... -
On the Summit
On that note, here's an older one from the that I wrote during the old forums and entered in a poetry contest (it came in second). It's very different from the more love-oriented poems that I am more into nowadays or the old-school megadepressing shit I used to write, it's more of a fantasy... -
On the Summit
I have a file with about 110-115 pages of poetry, I would but I'd have to dig through an INSANE stash of stuff, and I'd have to go back and edit a lot of them because the early ones are very different from the later ones for example. I'd have to have some form of continuity, a uniting theme and... -
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Blood Red Skies (Goodbye Love) tonight I'll watch the sun go down beyond the crimson horizon tonight I'll watch the sun settle beyond the sapphire seas tonight I'll wrap my arms 'round you as you lay my head to rest tonight I'll wrap my lips 'round yours as you lay my mind to waste but... -
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Maybe I Would Try To Forget Tonight If I Knew It Would Be Better maybe i would try to forget if i could... wash up on the shore lie dead in the sand like a lost whale just before they come breathing stops maybe i would try to forget if someone told me to maybe i would try to leave if someone... -
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Heart Before the Brain who draws first blood? sometimes it doesn't matter when the stain is on your sword you are to blame no matter if the steel handle onto the floor clatters you lost the favour and you're the one that's ashamed whose is the blade? sometimes you just don't care you're still... -
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A Vortex of Thoughts breathing in and out to the rhythm of a steady beating heart; paradigm of life; of love; of what we call purpose, of what we call the mysterious... nature of a race called humankind? such a pretty thing to behold like the sun in the afternoon, showers of rain glowing red... -
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Memory Lane Through memory lane I walk on a street of cobblestones like someone would spray water; spray fire; spray ice all over the tiny little rocks that make up my dark road Make me drown; make me swim; make me ignite. (i wonder if this is all just the world's pain boiling inside but I... -
On the Summit
On The Summit The birds hover over the mountain tops, waiting like clouds in the summer sky. Caught a couple from the corner of their eye, their hair blowing in the cool rain drops. She said nothing in the icy cold breeze, but just laid her hand on my shoulder. Just waiting for the day to grow...