a thin line
SakuraSlowly
Wichelen
Joined 12th Oct 2013
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Wichelen
Thought Provoker
Forum Posts: 90
np ^^ im glad you liked it
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crimsin
Unveiling
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Unveiling
Tyrant of Words
121
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
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
Forum Posts: 1301
uma
Dangerous Mind
34
Joined 3rd Feb 2012Forum 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
Forum Posts: 64
Calum Oliver
Twisted Dreamer
3
Joined 16th Jan 2015Forum 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.
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
Forum Posts: 1301
uma
Dangerous Mind
34
Joined 3rd Feb 2012Forum Posts: 1301
Tq fr 'love n lust' battlefields, nice entry DancingAlone.
Tacete
who-isthe-silence
Forum Posts: 205
who-isthe-silence
Twisted Dreamer
1
Joined 24th Nov 2013Forum 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.
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
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IDryad
Tyrant of Words
122
Joined 25th Aug 2011Forum 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.
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
Forum Posts: 124
Twisted Dreamer
2
Joined 8th Dec 2014Forum 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.
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
Forum Posts: 2483
D_Poetic Engineer
Dangerous Mind
40
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.
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
Forum Posts: 1301
uma
Dangerous Mind
34
Joined 3rd Feb 2012Forum 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..
LSP..saw ur entry juz nw in ur modified reply. that was an awesome write! Tq
Welcoming more poetz..
shaunda
Forum Posts: 261
Fire of Insight
13
Joined 19th Sep 2012Forum 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
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
Forum Posts: 14449
Craic-Dealer
Guardian of Shadows
67
Joined 1st Apr 2011Forum 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
Forum Posts: 509
Madi
Fire of Insight
2
Joined 2nd Dec 2013Forum 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.
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
Forum Posts: 420
Lost Girl
Fire of Insight
36
Joined 16th Dec 2014 Forum Posts: 420
http://static2.1ms.net/tree-lined-country-road-in-winter-321262.jpg
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.
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
Forum Posts: 1301
uma
Dangerous Mind
34
Joined 3rd Feb 2012Forum Posts: 1301
Ahh..tuf tuf tuf tyms ahead judging.. with you all pitching in..tq Shaunda, Craic, Madi n Toni:)