Datelines will deadline youFear wears your stubbleDatelines will deadline you by oviedomedina
your languid makeup
shaking your skin
like one fleeing the rain of mud
as the city pours in
and your nerves can´t even a nod
nothing is as planned
instead of heartbrakes
bury the foot
on the wallet crahing
as the eyes scoop up the daily
and slip slip slip
goes down your peace
much like the calendar
made or fog or smoke
or any vague particle
that makes scietinsts frown.
What is a manual of time
Poetica of the dayWhilePoetica of the day by oviedomedina
over toppled halos
and their colloid-filled epidermis
and boys presume their taxidermism
ill-applied to their egos
This self watches the ever-vigilant
mother bedding her
she does not say
anything about my lawyering
to prevent the houselady
killing her eggs
-Good thing it´s only
a week or so
before the shells give birth-
Wet WeatherWet WeatherWet Weather by Chikinugget
When skies of gray and glories be
Completely crazy to some degree
Wet weather shines down on the earth
And fire climbs out of its hearth
Translucent souls and opaque hearts
Faith and Hope to us imparts
I open note test but strike the wrong chord
Mop up the mess and win an award
Arching citadels and crumbling towers
Whisper to the wind as by time they're devoured
Soft and silent silhouettes stand solemn at their spires.
An icy heart will quickly melt when warmed by forest fires.
It's hard to say if a heavy heart can really weigh you down
When knowing that cement skeletons cause us sink and drown
In a bleak and bitter world that seldom never changes
Sometimes you need to spout some nonsense to while away the ages.
Racing against Time. Running out of time,it's melting away.Racing against Time. by Pagancat97
Melting like snow when spring comes,
the change is enable-able.
Change being good or bad,cannot tell or see the future.
Watching the clock count down,
while my heart counts up.
Nerves begin to linger,and my mind is racing.
I fall back trusting,trusting nothing,
or is it something?
The InfectionHeartbreak is a deadly infection,The Infection by Pagancat97
infecting the mind first,taking over.
Taking over your thoughts and feelings.
Travels slowly down to the heart.
Blood rushing everywhere.
To the face turning red,
feeling the fever boiling the mind.
Where the thoughts are on acid.
Warping the delusions of love and hate.
Loving the moments we shared,
but hating what we have now.
Now being where I lie here,
broken with no cure.
And the sickness getting worst.
The pain subsides to numbness,
numbing the heart first,
not feeling the beat of the drum.
And I'm stuck being the infected,
as you will always be my infector.
And its a deadly infection,this heartbreak.
I am a writer.And I don't even careI am a writer. by SailingSong
if the world hears my story.
All I want to do
is put my ink to paper
and stain the white with all the things
you said to me
and watch the paper blacken
until you can't see the lines,
because I am a writer.
And I always carry my pen
so I can stain the world with my stories
the way you stained me.
I'll see you in the pages.
Perfect DisasterBreaking down wallsPerfect Disaster by jayscriminal
You in between
There's times I want to look back
And start telling
But silence kills me first
I secretly crave to break down that wall
But my own war is pushing me back
There's no peace
Just a silent war between me and my feelings
The last step to growing upOnce upon a green ChristmasThe last step to growing up by Oversweet
sat a girl without a wishlist
who had already unwrapped all her gifts
she was happy and content
With the last childhood joy gone
it wasn't as sad as she thought it would be
all she did was smile
knowing that her future was unfolding before her
She no longer hid from the impending adulthood
instead she drove towards it
now that she was out of the pit of despair
she had no need to live through others
so she left them behind
she described it as shedding her old skin
so her wings could unfold
(tremulous, tremendous)Some years removed, I return:(tremulous, tremendous) by UnreliableRuth
again, a stranger
––again, Other and, yes, Unknown––
in this land overlaid
with faint, mushroom fingerprints
dappled shadow of occasional devotion
through spider’s lace.
Some memories turn away
from me, but others
remain. So, the sensation
of a sudden, early-
November Renaissance, followed by
an obsession with Boy Who Wasn’t
Really There crouching
in the mouth of a gigantic, sometimes swaying oak tree
for smudging time across
the corner of a desk.
(And always) I wonder
if I ever belonged
in that polite, pastoral dream.
Unbolted SnapeIt's those brief thoughts of....Unbolted Snape by ScarletQuill
or am I just fooling myself?
It is easier than -
finding mistletoe on a shelf.
I'm freezing staring at the stars
while they are warm inside.
Why am I still hanging around
when I would rather hide?
As a pirate who looks for a thread-
which will undo the hangman's rope.
It is the thoughts of damned soul...
there is still an impossible hope.
It's said nice guys finish last
and in the end there are debts we pays.
I will hold you in my heart -
for now... forever ..and for always.
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