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Vandel_Viaclovsky
Van
Van
Poem Published
10th Oct 2018 00:22am
10th Oct 2018 00:22am
Ode on Mara
I believe I am in Hell, therefore I am.”
― Arthur Rimbaud
Mara my warden deridest me down this crucible stasis thou
Mara my warden curse the thousand circus'd curses of you
like vultures upon vultures stacked,
Filling the entire psyche of my room.
Mara my warden the devil vine of you
Licks every lacrimal gland of my heart ...
― Arthur Rimbaud
Mara my warden deridest me down this crucible stasis thou
Mara my warden curse the thousand circus'd curses of you
like vultures upon vultures stacked,
Filling the entire psyche of my room.
Mara my warden the devil vine of you
Licks every lacrimal gland of my heart ...
#dark
#devil
#frustration #philosophical
#frustration #philosophical
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
5th Sep 2017 11:21pm
5th Sep 2017 11:21pm
RECKLESS
When eternity is out of reach
Washed away by waves of the beach
And you feel in your aching bones
And hear it in earthly tones
That you’ve lost your only chance
To have that wedding dance
With Jesus in heaven
Having lost your Lucky Seven
Your heart has no other choice
You lose your way and voice
And you step into the world of a reckless sinner
Destined to lose and not be a winner.
As much as one misses God and turn to Him
The light of the soul grows awfully dim
Cast into darkness, one sits in silence
As...
Washed away by waves of the beach
And you feel in your aching bones
And hear it in earthly tones
That you’ve lost your only chance
To have that wedding dance
With Jesus in heaven
Having lost your Lucky Seven
Your heart has no other choice
You lose your way and voice
And you step into the world of a reckless sinner
Destined to lose and not be a winner.
As much as one misses God and turn to Him
The light of the soul grows awfully dim
Cast into darkness, one sits in silence
As...
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FallenAngle
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2018 11:19am
2nd Dec 2018 11:19am
Little one
I felt the change in my body
Before you’d even grown,
The love I felt for you so strong
That if it had the power to save you
I’m sure it would be your lifeline.
Little one I can’t tell you
How much I looked forward to seeing you
Who would you look like,
Would you have my eyes
And your fathers smile
I guess I’ll never know.
Would you have been mammies little prince
Or Daddy’s baby girl,
Would you have had my unruly red hair
Or curly black locks
What would be your first word
That you never got to...
Before you’d even grown,
The love I felt for you so strong
That if it had the power to save you
I’m sure it would be your lifeline.
Little one I can’t tell you
How much I looked forward to seeing you
Who would you look like,
Would you have my eyes
And your fathers smile
I guess I’ll never know.
Would you have been mammies little prince
Or Daddy’s baby girl,
Would you have had my unruly red hair
Or curly black locks
What would be your first word
That you never got to...
#grief
#parent
#birth
#death
#emotional
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LUUH19
Emeraldia
Emeraldia
Poem Published
9th Dec 2018 4:53pm
9th Dec 2018 4:53pm
Paresis
I don't like myself right now
I thought I was better
Immersed in fatigue
Gravity my leash
Eye lids being pulled up
Trying to stay, as my first day
I want, I need my piece
to be in peace.
I thought I was better
Immersed in fatigue
Gravity my leash
Eye lids being pulled up
Trying to stay, as my first day
I want, I need my piece
to be in peace.
#sadness
#dark
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2017 2:25am
22nd Sep 2017 2:25am
PRISON CELL
Here I am sitting in my prison cell
No one notices; no one can tell
My body in physical form is free
But my immortal soul-the real me
Is chained and locked away
A smile I carry day after day
But a heaviness I carry deep in the soul
Where no one can see...no one knows.
The knowledge that I may have fallen from grace
Living my younger days in total disgrace
Wearying the Lord and making Him cry
Taking for granted that for me He died
It cost me nothing and He asked for nothing in return
But doing the right thing I didn't...
No one notices; no one can tell
My body in physical form is free
But my immortal soul-the real me
Is chained and locked away
A smile I carry day after day
But a heaviness I carry deep in the soul
Where no one can see...no one knows.
The knowledge that I may have fallen from grace
Living my younger days in total disgrace
Wearying the Lord and making Him cry
Taking for granted that for me He died
It cost me nothing and He asked for nothing in return
But doing the right thing I didn't...
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FallenAngle
Poem Published
30th Nov 2018 10:09am
30th Nov 2018 10:09am
Passing
The church bells sing to the clouds
the horses stamp their hooves off the ground,
tears stain porcelain skin
harsh winds bite exposed ears,
the church ground covered
a blanket of mourners in black.
Flowers stand out against the dark
whites and reds and pinks and blues
what once brought joy
now shelters pain
sitting on top of the loved one lost,
separated by wood.
The silence is deafening
despite the hushed whispers of condolences
sniffles and pain filled sobs
the hint of laughing children,
untouched...
the horses stamp their hooves off the ground,
tears stain porcelain skin
harsh winds bite exposed ears,
the church ground covered
a blanket of mourners in black.
Flowers stand out against the dark
whites and reds and pinks and blues
what once brought joy
now shelters pain
sitting on top of the loved one lost,
separated by wood.
The silence is deafening
despite the hushed whispers of condolences
sniffles and pain filled sobs
the hint of laughing children,
untouched...
#grief
#death
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darkblue
LostDarkBlue
LostDarkBlue
Poem Published
7th Dec 2018 6:00pm
7th Dec 2018 6:00pm
MASK
Let it slip,
I can see,
Hiding behind a mask hey?
Silly little fool.
Remember what you and Dark Lord did to me?
Did you think it was fun to rob me blind?
Little temptress, little star and not forgetting little one/
The lies you told all the way through,
The kids not mine,
You dumb little ho, ho, ho.
I got your brother really good,
Down he went, then a walk on the motorway,
I have the gift, so stay the fuck out of my way.
Living a life like I do,
I can't take out you,
And hope it is not the bizarre vendetta...
I can see,
Hiding behind a mask hey?
Silly little fool.
Remember what you and Dark Lord did to me?
Did you think it was fun to rob me blind?
Little temptress, little star and not forgetting little one/
The lies you told all the way through,
The kids not mine,
You dumb little ho, ho, ho.
I got your brother really good,
Down he went, then a walk on the motorway,
I have the gift, so stay the fuck out of my way.
Living a life like I do,
I can't take out you,
And hope it is not the bizarre vendetta...
#anger
#CallToAction
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oskar
Poem Published
19th Nov 2018 9:01am
19th Nov 2018 9:01am
death of a young man
Death of a young man
There is a schooner in the bay flags on half mast
a crew member had fallen from the top of the mast
and since the ship had no freezer he had been
buried at sea. This reminded me of the deckhand
on a boat, I was on he fell down and empty hold
got up insisted he was ok, but the captain called
an ambulance and two hours later he was dead,
At eighteen his passing was senseless. I hoped
his mother had more children to console her which
she wouldn't have had had she been caught up
In the abortion debate believing it...
There is a schooner in the bay flags on half mast
a crew member had fallen from the top of the mast
and since the ship had no freezer he had been
buried at sea. This reminded me of the deckhand
on a boat, I was on he fell down and empty hold
got up insisted he was ok, but the captain called
an ambulance and two hours later he was dead,
At eighteen his passing was senseless. I hoped
his mother had more children to console her which
she wouldn't have had had she been caught up
In the abortion debate believing it...
#books
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#passion
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mingomingus
Poem Published
10th Dec 2018 4:19am
10th Dec 2018 4:19am
Hello - how are you doing today tonight
In the body of my grocery store, I'm accustomed to blood-letting now and again
Great deals on meat increase our red-blood cell count this Memorial Day
Mum's the word...I serve no mice
Sever a limb this early morn for a profusion of those sanguine globules wrapped in flesh,
Pulsing sacredly, flowing through the orifices of my lane to weigh upon my registered nerve;
Out of my mouth sighs transpose into automated greetings upon partings
To avoid such a barrage, I prefer my duties at night;
The customers reduced to oozing sores beating in time to my...
Great deals on meat increase our red-blood cell count this Memorial Day
Mum's the word...I serve no mice
Sever a limb this early morn for a profusion of those sanguine globules wrapped in flesh,
Pulsing sacredly, flowing through the orifices of my lane to weigh upon my registered nerve;
Out of my mouth sighs transpose into automated greetings upon partings
To avoid such a barrage, I prefer my duties at night;
The customers reduced to oozing sores beating in time to my...
#holiday
#consumerism
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Vandel_Viaclovsky
Van
Van
Poem Published
13th Mar 2017 11:15pm
13th Mar 2017 11:15pm
untitled (collapsing atop the sad and broad glen)
i.
As bleak and murdersome crows
serve no mortal beauty nor
in tones of black assume
to beg pardon of the rose
nor in the obscuring dark
let pity's bones lay hushful and tenderly
so i am out of place
i am at a place out of place and with baleful heart
a space of no gardenias also nor honeysuckle
for brogue soles
deathly have trampled those under.
ii.
, collapsing atop the sad and broad glen
i shave my head to immersion ...
As bleak and murdersome crows
serve no mortal beauty nor
in tones of black assume
to beg pardon of the rose
nor in the obscuring dark
let pity's bones lay hushful and tenderly
so i am out of place
i am at a place out of place and with baleful heart
a space of no gardenias also nor honeysuckle
for brogue soles
deathly have trampled those under.
ii.
, collapsing atop the sad and broad glen
i shave my head to immersion ...
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
19th Dec 2017 9:52pm
19th Dec 2017 9:52pm
HOPELESS
Imagine if there was NO heaven
And no one ever held a Lucky Seven.
Imagine if the fate of all of Mankind
Whether cruel or kind,
Whether good or bad
Whether Happy or sad
All eternally damned into a lake of fire
Without the Savior as a Sire.
No Savior with His Saving Grace
No God with a comforting embrace.
Will you still sing Sunday praises and do your charitable deeds?
Will you have any motive, strong grounds or any guiding lead
To live and lead the Righteous life
Free of malice, anger, and contentious strife? ...
And no one ever held a Lucky Seven.
Imagine if the fate of all of Mankind
Whether cruel or kind,
Whether good or bad
Whether Happy or sad
All eternally damned into a lake of fire
Without the Savior as a Sire.
No Savior with His Saving Grace
No God with a comforting embrace.
Will you still sing Sunday praises and do your charitable deeds?
Will you have any motive, strong grounds or any guiding lead
To live and lead the Righteous life
Free of malice, anger, and contentious strife? ...
#hope
#religion
#God
#Christian
#SelfReflection
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Matthias_Crossed
Poem Published
29th Nov 2018 10:54am
29th Nov 2018 10:54am
What he doesn't know won't...
he won't last much longer.
his body is here,
just barely hanging by a thread
but his memory has already left.
his mind is a pile of journals
all of which have had their contents erased.
he is already gone.
he is still alive
but he is not living.
he doesn't know that he is gone yet.
he doesn't know much of anything anymore.
i will miss him when he finally passes
but i have already mourned
because i lost him when he forgot.
his body is here,
just barely hanging by a thread
but his memory has already left.
his mind is a pile of journals
all of which have had their contents erased.
he is already gone.
he is still alive
but he is not living.
he doesn't know that he is gone yet.
he doesn't know much of anything anymore.
i will miss him when he finally passes
but i have already mourned
because i lost him when he forgot.
#grief
#death
#memories #illness
#memories #illness
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