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black orchids |
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gyiel marlok Member
since 2003-06-08
Posts 145OHIO |
it's morning i've never seen a sky so torn of course we've just stepped out the door but this is too far from the norm... a priceless recollection..designed to decrease dominating talons grasping elements born into psychoticness...i'm floating here dwelling with a living elegy.. adonais for me.. i ride gargoyles to see the nights relief.. cryptic fallicies,fallback on downtrodden catastrophes... we won't weep.. ears wide shut... hermes brings celestial artillery.. but what about your mom and dad.. have we lost fidelity.... fierce sparrows redeeem intention prolonging repredictions.. incoherent... we still walk prophetically on melting sidewalks white and black skies... intruding marauders galantly steal her omens' soul.. somehow sovereign.. he reads an oracles palm tells her about the footsteps tonight about the broken glass...about the bloodstained curtains.. tearsoaked skin... tales of ophidians newborn throwing their feed into the open-hearth pale ghosts spear entities..feast upon their throats i challenged the griffins thought i'm climbing... she wants to be an alpha and omega..her vents are closing... she flies through the corridor as the wind blows through the windows.. she meets a spirit who says step where it'safe,listen where you can hear see where you can believe... locked doors will open if you percieve.. reasilient when something is burned into the souls cells,angels grey wings flies to the nimbus they nodd as we sorrowly break days... redlined sky cotton.. our genesis.brought out our war filled archaic genders... stone homes giant height..where some ghost roam we're still talking..telling me about each curly lock had a pargraph to serenade...i'm tired of selfish graces.. echoes through cities..watching demons graze upon carrion..those of us who still carry on.. we crawl through the meadows... once were beautiful... now barren and infinitely saddening.. like the day i saw her yellow dress they dissolved in books without words.. happyfaces deadpan..bloodless veins augur,a straight tale teller.. do we dare drop in the chasm just to fall into the abyss.. a dragon will be waiting...as there we get.. i scream,i cry...i pray,silently has i run into armegeddon |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Awesome poem. Cold hands means a warm heart |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
kinda cool |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
very Much Enjoyed ARCTIC WIND |
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