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a thin line

SakuraSlowly
Wichelen
Thought Provoker
United States
Joined 12th Oct 2013
Forum Posts: 90

np ^^ im glad you liked it


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crimsin
Unveiling
Tyrant of Words
United States 121awards
Joined 25th Jan 2011
Forum Posts: 2608

Border Lands

The city of the insane so inviting
i'm in the border lands right now
not crazy but not sane
 
I'ts a painful place to be
desert lands where the waters of imagination have dried up
 
I circle the city
knowing if I enter I will be invincible again
my beauty in my mind's eye dazzling
 
Imagination abounding
insanity wrapping me in it's arms
telling me the lies I want to hear
 
For now I wander the borders
half insane and painfully aware of it
I prefer the lies to the truth
 
I wish I could just chuck my meds
enter the city of majic and get lost forever

summultima
uma
Dangerous Mind
India 34awards
Joined 3rd Feb 2012
Forum Posts: 1301

Ahh..seems worthy venture though,  this tending magical nation as u struggle to decide on those borderlands. btfl entry Crim, tq:)

DancingAlone
Calum Oliver
Twisted Dreamer
United States 3awards
Joined 16th Jan 2015
Forum Posts: 64

"Battlefield"


Moments shattered by angry words.
Like glass by a powerful fist.
Relationships lost to love and lust.
The line between barely exists.
Can love be found in pain and fury?
Can lust be found without?
The line only appears in the heat of battle.
When both sides merge to one.
Its there in the screams of pain.
The line between love and lust.
When the battlefield is clear again, the line turns back to dust.

summultima
uma
Dangerous Mind
India 34awards
Joined 3rd Feb 2012
Forum Posts: 1301

Tq fr 'love n lust' battlefields, nice entry DancingAlone.

Tacete
who-isthe-silence
Twisted Dreamer
Australia 1awards
Joined 24th Nov 2013
Forum Posts: 205

On timber, tears & freedom with time. (Fear & Love)

The colours of the sea swell, simplified
you could say, or even compare me to the kite
hoisted by a twelve year old professional
creating patterns and rhythms  
in a beautiful blue sky.
 
Raise your head and let the sun’s life flow through you, heal.
 
Conquered men have been here, their offspring are present.
I'd have introduced myself had I remembered my name
I've just felt so lost, drowning in this ocean's fury
taken by life, pulled asunder
clinging to the lifeline timbers  
and stealing one too many breaths, I plunder.
 
The Ocean is displeased
howling out in a fragile night
sappy debris, tossed about
I can still taste its fragrance
the aroma soothing my fears
or has the ocean sent me insane?
 
Oh, but that was many nights ago.
swaying in the 'breathful' breeze  
out of the corner of an eye
a hundred thousand kites have  
taken to the sky.
 
I feel compelled, rightfully so
I have my own kite to fly
packaged, in it is a amazon gift card message
with idle hands I inspect
my heart it used to love to pretend
but here, I know better than to
fall hopelessly
spiraling, choosing fear in love's spite.

Grace
IDryad
Tyrant of Words
122awards
Joined 25th Aug 2011
Forum Posts: 16073

Pencilled against Walls

a desk under a ray of sun
dusts floating lazily on warm air
humidity of an afternoon lost
in stacks of yesterday's memories

playing children on the street
avoiding splashes of water thrown
by sleepy amahs from kitchens
upstairs mems shouts their orders

Out of the window she watched
from a svelte eighteen to eighties
neath the moon under the sun
watching time close her doors

never to ease from certain landscapes
listening to shouting fishmongers
braying old ladies selling peanuts
Or the insistent roti vendor

replaced since then with markets
super or mini with grinning workers
phones contraptions with no rings
just Beiber's baby repeatedly called

Dusty desk on an afternoon
wiped again for the thousandth time
memories stacked like musty books
thin line pencilled in the screaming

to escape the landscape of drudgery
wife to absentee mother to none
fighting the urge to break away
run from existing long since dead.



hornyatmorn
Twisted Dreamer
2awards
Joined 8th Dec 2014
Forum Posts: 124

EDELTRAUD 3: THE PSYCHOBITCH => SUMMER WILD

AVRA
EVENING
7/6/2012


THE THIN LINE BETWEEN LOVE AND HATE

The Scorpion arrogant above me,
Provoking focus for my eye,
Attractive, sure, but she'll not have me,
All she can give me is her lie.

The moon tonight will rise late,
It won't obscure your brilliant glare,
This thin line between love and hate,
I want to cross, but I don't dare.

I love you still, my Edeltraud,
And pain makes me paranoid,
Your scorpion bite goes around,
While I'm exploring still your void.

I hope the moon will hide your brightness,
So I don't see you anymore,
I hope this breeze will have your lightness,
To carry me off from this sea shore.

I do not wish to stay forever,
On this blue bay of our love,
This place was meant for us together,
Never for me or you, alone.

The only hope for me is moving,
The only death is to stand still,
My music never will be grooving,
If my heart is not hard as steel.

EngrVV
D_Poetic Engineer
Dangerous Mind
United States 40awards
Joined 11th Sep 2012
Forum Posts: 2483

DARK EMPTY SOUL


Tonight everything seems to stand still
not even the shadows casting spell,
but I see the black moon rising...
bright path consumed by eternal darkness
casting windswept shadows of the past
glimmering hope fell into the abyss.

Agonized expression against blood red sky
foretells darker days ahead of mankind,
silent screams can be heard from the grave.
Numb, innocent minds with shattered dreams
painfully awaiting for the desert rain,
glimpse of dawn gives them new hope.

Simple truth that reveals one's action
without prejudice and hidden agenda,
noble deeds from purest of thoughts
weaving poetic words of wisdom
from the love blossoming deep inside
kept glowing by the fire within.

Bordering between thin lines of sanity
and insanity is a drunken poet—
his name, synonymous to anonymous.
Dark empty soul oblivious to pain
nothing in this world can cure,
but love from another empty soul.










summultima
uma
Dangerous Mind
India 34awards
Joined 3rd Feb 2012
Forum Posts: 1301

Euan, Grace, hornyatmorn, EngrVV...those were some really grt entries! Tq fr joining in the thin line scenarios:)
LSP..saw ur entry juz nw in ur modified reply. that was an awesome write! Tq

Welcoming more poetz..

shaunda
Fire of Insight
United States 13awards
Joined 19th Sep 2012
Forum Posts: 261

WOLF IN SHEEPS CLOTHING


He shines with light    a sheep they say
they never see him the same way
his children see him everyday
 
dripping, snarling, heavily
he will not show us sympathy
 
to see a beast so shrewd revealed
layer by layer   each is peeled
 
sorrows skin for us to see
no one else can   apparently
 
howling now a sinful tune
he sheds his skin beneath the moon

howling shredding off our clothes
dying sound of innocence goes
 
a wolf we see and not the lamb
all his children are the damned
 
he has no time to lie in wait
he must move now   our sin is bait
 
devour our souls  it's far too late
what lies beneath    not heavens gate
 
sorrow is the skin he's in
sorrow are his children
 
shed his skin and you will see
a heart too dark for empathy
 
sorry he could never say
would it   could it   take away

The stain he leaves as he betrays

So sheds his skin another day


lepperochan
Craic-Dealer
Guardian of Shadows
Palestine 67awards
Joined 1st Apr 2011
Forum Posts: 14449





war, needs love, dedication
..real men and scary women
who sing ballads of proud missions
and brave fallens

needs the baton
to be passed down through generations
it feeds from civilians
because it pilfers from the peace pool
easy as blowing up your mother
and seven sisters

there is no such thing as peace
only spaces on a globe
that nobody's fighting over yet






   

m_abbott1999
Madi
Fire of Insight
United States 2awards
Joined 2nd Dec 2013
Forum Posts: 509

Sewage pipe telephone wires,
Can I transfer your call?
Relay the bad news in a pentathlon.
Nobody's happy except the pentagon.
The entire ghetto is up in arms.
Accusations flying.
Hey, no harm, no foul, right?
Just some deflated pride.
It's either lowest of the lows
Or highest of the highs.
Knock-off stilettos up to her thigh,
Breaks them in every few nights.
Keeps the bills a little lighter,
The economy a little brighter.
Big politic man comes in every Tuesday,
It's high-class money he's using.
Wife at home he's bruising.
Stiletto chick lives the life the
Politic man chooses.
Only enough for supply and demand.
The suppliers have the upper hand.
Mint bills in rubber bands,
Moral contraband
Marked by a line in the sand.


toniscales
Lost Girl
Fire of Insight
United States 36awards
Joined 16th Dec 2014
Forum Posts: 420

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Night Cruise

On Route 69, trees line the road
like black arms to drown you with.
Girls plunge to their deaths
from the hoods of cars,
the backseats of Buicks.

Dusk is a small brush fire,
an amalgamation of yearning.
He’ll spread her roughly
under the stars on the midnight-blue
Camaro. His smile like the tip
of her lipstick, always thinning,
breaking off.

Once, the blood pooled within
the tight crevice of her jeans.
Blossoms spreading lush and terrible
as her mother’s poinsettias.

Sadness pools in her eyes
as the wheels slice the snake-tongued road.
She wishes she would have drowned long ago
in that beautiful, red-black emptiness.

summultima
uma
Dangerous Mind
India 34awards
Joined 3rd Feb 2012
Forum Posts: 1301

Ahh..tuf tuf tuf tyms ahead judging.. with you all pitching in..tq Shaunda, Craic, Madi n Toni:)

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