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a sky_dancer and crimsin collaboration
the unveiled soul
We're setting fires in souls, that's what we poets do
Arsonists with flammable words, burning bridges, igniting worlds.
From our catastrophic pen
we bring forth universes of all our love and pain
We're never quite the same.
the heart of a poet is in their artistry
we burn with the need to touch each other
interlaced words infused with emotion
we fall hard for one another
a subtle verse caressing us in the aether
we feel each other so intimately
I've hurt hearts and been broken by words
tongue of fire licking your darkness
enflaming you...yes I know...I feel you too
that's what we do to each other
my tongue sometimes a switchblade
a warrior I come out slicing and dicing
with an intensity that scares even me
we feel things so fiercely here in the underground
pagans ritualistic in rites to the dead gods of poetry
anything for a killer line
we ache to connect with you deeply
come one and all you are cordially invited to spill your guts
a den for the semi-neurotic sometimes psychotic
we welcome both your light and your dark art
we promise not to burn you at the stake for it
though we can't promise not to break your hearts lovely one
this is the nature of the unveiling of one's soul
it was made for the burning, yearning turmoil of it all
We're setting fires in souls, that's what we poets do
Arsonists with flammable words, burning bridges, igniting worlds.
From our catastrophic pen
we bring forth universes of all our love and pain
We're never quite the same.
the heart of a poet is in their artistry
we burn with the need to touch each other
interlaced words infused with emotion
we fall hard for one another
a subtle verse caressing us in the aether
we feel each other so intimately
I've hurt hearts and been broken by words
tongue of fire licking your darkness
enflaming you...yes I know...I feel you too
that's what we do to each other
my tongue sometimes a switchblade
a warrior I come out slicing and dicing
with an intensity that scares even me
we feel things so fiercely here in the underground
pagans ritualistic in rites to the dead gods of poetry
anything for a killer line
we ache to connect with you deeply
come one and all you are cordially invited to spill your guts
a den for the semi-neurotic sometimes psychotic
we welcome both your light and your dark art
we promise not to burn you at the stake for it
though we can't promise not to break your hearts lovely one
this is the nature of the unveiling of one's soul
it was made for the burning, yearning turmoil of it all
Common Community Curses
Cursed creatures curiously contort critically calculated, cynically created, cunningly constructed, completely controlled controversies…
Cremating cannibalistic corpses cautiously ‘cuz creeping carcinogenic carbons could conceivable cause certain catastrophic casualties…
Cruel commentators communicating cold commentaries comically, ‘cuz callous citizens can’t comprehend common courtesies…
Constant calamities continuously contribute critical counteractions, combining curses, creating cataclysmic catastrophes…
… Creating chilling consequences
Cremating cannibalistic corpses cautiously ‘cuz creeping carcinogenic carbons could conceivable cause certain catastrophic casualties…
Cruel commentators communicating cold commentaries comically, ‘cuz callous citizens can’t comprehend common courtesies…
Constant calamities continuously contribute critical counteractions, combining curses, creating cataclysmic catastrophes…
… Creating chilling consequences
Societies schism
Sinister shadows seduce sleeping sorcerers
Sharing certain psychotic sentiments psychically…
Sending sedentary centauries stirring silent slumber
Suddenly! satanic soldiers surge…
Summoned scornfully
Sanities surety surely suffers…
Shameful, sickening, soulless scoundrels
Systematically shredding societies safety…
Starting societal schisms
Severing sympathies…
Scarred souls suffering
Screaming spiritual sounds surely scar cerebral sensors…
Sharing certain psychotic sentiments psychically…
Sending sedentary centauries stirring silent slumber
Suddenly! satanic soldiers surge…
Summoned scornfully
Sanities surety surely suffers…
Shameful, sickening, soulless scoundrels
Systematically shredding societies safety…
Starting societal schisms
Severing sympathies…
Scarred souls suffering
Screaming spiritual sounds surely scar cerebral sensors…
Emotion vs Logic
Emotion is Logic’s failsafe
from flying too far gone
Black and white make so little sense
What of all the beauty of gray?
Variations, completely atypical
revealed when focused upon
with eyes open and heart free.
from flying too far gone
Black and white make so little sense
What of all the beauty of gray?
Variations, completely atypical
revealed when focused upon
with eyes open and heart free.
Written by inechoingsilence
New Member
New to writing on a site (was on allpoetry before) and breaking out of a 12 year writer's block. Eager to write and meet other writers/poets again!