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Last Visit to the CemetarySomewhere out along the cliffs I'll find myself still sitting here, Behind the gates that hold the dead.Last Visit to the Cemetary
Again, I'll see out past the trees That sprout from rocks and Reach to journey's end
And past them, an ocean Mirrored with glimmering light, Blocking sight of what's ahead
But I will still be on my knees Praying that the day comes when I'll be buried, here, beside my friend
by ~StickyBun
BedlamiteForgive me For this baleful sleeping, This noctambulism, This reality.Bedlamite
Forgive me For my incessant dreaming, My incubus, My felony.
I swear this is my last confession. Father, I’ve sinned, Over and over and over again.
Forgive me For all past discretions All the seven, All degrees.
Forgive me For future aberrations Future poems, Future somniloquy.
I’m sorry for my last confession. Father, my penance, Forever and ever and ever amen.
by ~StickyBun
Modus OperandiTo fear, to fall upon hard times To ease my mind through use of rhymesModus Operandi
A tear, a stain, a broken heart A wicked girl who played a part The boy, the man you see right now The sweat that trickles down his brow
A mask, a vow met with closed eyes A trust deceived by months of lies The truth, the end of restless nights The knowledge gained in all the fights
A thought, a grin lights up his face A feeling met with warm embrace The girl, the hope he once died for The figure standing in the door
To love, to see without hindsight To liv
by ~StickyBun
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The Red DoorLovely children list'ning over broken tattered floors of clover telling all the war grows colder And knocking at my blood red doorThe Red Door
babies laugh while mothers crying old men all declare their dying help me I am barely trying as you touch my blood red door
wives tell all their husbands missing flip a coin and say your wishing there's the toad that you've been kissing all beyond my blood red door
and here I stand beyond the lying the gore and hate were all denying here I sit I feel like crying just behind my blood red door
by ~thighslapper
Fast Forgivenessby *anry
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- Current Residence: Pella
- Favourite movie: Empire Records
- Favourite band or musician: Green Day
- Favourite genre of music: Indie
- Favourite artist: Billy Joe Armstrong
- Favourite poet or writer: Irving
- Favourite photographer: Margaret Bourke-White
- Favourite game: Counter Strike
- Favourite gaming platform: XBox
- Favourite cartoon character: Vash the Stampede
- Personal Quote: We didn't start the fire!
- Tools of the Trade: Toothpick and a pencil.
- Email: silverbullet56@hotmail.com
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Strange how hard it rains now
Rows and rows of big dark clouds
When I'm holding on underneath this shroud
Rain....
YYO's Gryffindor Dorm Space [link]
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Strange how hard it rains now
Rows and rows of big dark clouds
When I'm holding on underneath this shroud
Rain....
YYO's Gryffindor Dorm Space [link]
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Definition:
Thighslapper: a person who slaps and or smack the inner part of a human leg
THIGH SLAP ER ... . .GAWD how hard is it for you people to get that
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