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Judging StarsThe stars up above Judging us down bellow As we destroy our neighbors In order to build a bigger yardJudging Stars
Forget our humanity In order to be a dime richer Than that guy across the aisle In that posh little store
Become our worst nightmares As we raid and pillage But the stars up above are watching As we make fools of ourselves
by ~Voltaire84
Dark RoseA dark rose in a dreary field Sang whimsically in the moonlight As freezing rain fell from above Providing a perpetual drumbeatDark Rose
The melancholic wind echoed The whimsical song far beyond This dreary field bringing an odd Mix of whimsical notes above melancholic beats
The song was echoed out Towards a small and lonely town Where an old man sat silently On a creaking bench of days before
As the mixture of notes caught his ear A nostalgic tear fell from his eye As he was reminded of his long forgotten youth And he breathed in his last br
by ~Voltaire84
Nostalgic HopeGracing the distant shores of the eternal lakeNostalgic Hope
Nostalgic flowers of a past era Archaic memories of forgotten childhoods Playing long forgotten esoteric games
Beyond the fields of Aphrodite Where long lost romances Blossom in the eternal brilliance Of Odin’s remaining eye
Beyond the enchanted woods of the Vanir Where friendships worn thin by time and space Settle down to branch off in the twilight Of stars that burned out millennia ago
Lies our next adventure
by ~Voltaire84
One DropA thousand broken tempests Darkening the onerous sky With their nihilistical hubris The storms of our dark century But only a single drop of rain fell Descending from the highest heaven Onto out barren plain of existence And from that single drop Our entire civilization arose From the ashes of your wanton lunacy The brilliant star to illuminate the world Through the dark ages of ignorance And the callous inferno of apathy Now we gaze upon this beacon of hope Rediscovering our forgotten dreams of yesteryearOne Drop
by ~Voltaire84
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Lost and AloneAgain.Lost and Alone
It happened
again.
As she sits
within her dark paradise,
bleeding.
She clutched onto
the rose's thorn
so tightly
her palm bled
and the pain
was everlasting.
Confused and hurt,
she no longer knows
what to do.
She silently whimpers
inside herself,
feeling helpless.
She looked into the darkness
waiting for someone,
somwhere.
Somewhere...
she couldn't see
into the obscurity.
She reaches out
but all
she was able to grab
was this rose
that she felt
by ~MistressNamasaki
Redlights and RacecarsPouting her lips to hollow her cheeks Red applied in a single swipe Her eyelashes were perfectly curled and black And skin so white, she reflected moonlightRedlights and Racecars
Zipping up the boots and shaking away the thoughts of guilt Betrayal, still heavy on her skin caused her to shudder It was never about him It wasn't his fault, and never would be
Every night was the same Filled with the same positions, same story, same money Different man and different hotel But his face being the only one she saw
She pushed down the bile in her throat with thoughts of green
by ~amanders0991
sunrise under the mirror:I heard you smiled today And I found myself lost in a memory Of the future and the way That all our cards were gonna play out.sunrise under the mirror:
Your ace up your sleeve was nothing Nothing but a little game to you. I'm not sure I care Though I'm still fine to stand and stare At everything as it all goes by: At the catch in your voice And the way we shake hands As we pass in the street, Just like two strangers who know Everything about each other.
I can walk away slowly Because I don't wanna run. Holding my head above the waves In this draught upo
by ~777333
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- Interests: Writing, reading, history, economics, paranormal activity, revolutions
- Favourite movie: Pans Labyrinth, Finding Neverland, LOTR, Howl's Moving Castle, Children of Men, Beautiful Mind
- Favourite band or musician: Radiohead, Muse, A Perfect Circle, Nine Inch Nails, Smashing Pumpkins, Rasputina, the Killers
- Favourite genre of music: Alternative
- Favourite artist: Salvador Dali
- Favourite poet or writer: Lewis Carrol, James Mathew Barrie, Dante Alighieri, Paulo Coelho, George Orwell
- Tools of the Trade: A laptop and a vivid imagination
- Email: vendrella84@hotmail.com
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