Poetry
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- Written by: Jason Czebotar
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So I guess even dreams are sold to life.
All the mysteries of jaded lies?
I thought everything would be all right.
Now it seems like the day the whole world died.
Vanity in the flowers all the angels cried.
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- Written by: Jason Czebotar
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AND?
Everyone is left inside when shadowed depths make this life.
To know is to love being blind while understanding complicates pride.
'Should not's' ring cloudy when the last call means everything.
Captain Morgan's quarter let morality hear the devil sing.
Tonight souls will
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- Written by: Vangoman/ Dan Van Fleet
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Booby Boy
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Oh woe’s me
I told you about white tops
My friend Gary
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- Written by: Raven
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KURTAINS
Interlude
The windows are open
There is light
And the curtains were drawn
To hide the night
The shadows move
There is a play
So on it goes
Upon the stage
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- Written by: Raven
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STAGED
At noon curtains drawn
By midnight intoxicated
The stage would spin all day
Then lights go out one by one
And velvet moon lights our way.
I wanted to build a stage and pretend
Then recreate a life I could play
The woman you might be the man
Save me from
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- Written by: Uniquely...Disfunctional
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Your fingernails.
They tear at my hands and arms
as once again I scrape at your insides.
but I never meant to cause you harm.
and your eyes.
They watch me with the calloused eyes of prey
as if I'm the predator crouched down in the meadow.
and I cant help but look
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- Written by: Vangoman/ Dan Van Fleet
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It’s the crevasses we crawl from under
That makes us who we are
It’s our rock hard Stonehenge’s
That becomes a sinquanon star
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- Written by: ugwerks
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The Lord is my Concierge; He does things for me. He suggests nice parks to visit: ?He offers me bottled water. ?He can get me an appointment with a masseuse. He’ll call me a cab because that’s in his job description.
Though this
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- Written by: Papionne
- Category: Poetry
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My mind sits atop the crest of the wave.
A toast to morning glory.
Rum with the gods.
With every thought
comes a stick of dynamite.
Cold breeze blow my way.
Keep my ice cool.
Bang when the musics on
dont spoil this.
This feelings so romantic.
My chalice raised to the heavens.
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- Written by: Papionne
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As the day dies taking the beauties of nature in its rapid descent
it births the night. The so called end.
When god lies his guilt free head down upon the soft bed of flowers
the day bought into bloom
the shadows of the suns absence breed the evil vices now free to roam sin city.
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- Written by: Papionne
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While the world sleeps
I sing my song.
The flickering eye lids
frolic to the silent notes.
A successful insomniac.
I stand triumphant
unchallenged
and somewhat unfulfilled.
The foreseer. Unseen.
The common misconception
of the shadow man.
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- Written by: Papionne
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What I mean is unheard.
My message is blank.
Written to me
scripted intricately.
Take your own pen
thats what i mean.
Every second soundless
you bang the drum.
Thats what i mean.
To comprehend is vital.
To draw from
take what you can.
Rewrite my words
with your pen
