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Topic: The Random Blurt Thread
Posted: 02 May 2017 00:25

This place seems to cry in a digital form...have we just found a new method of hurting?

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Avalon burning

She was the final sorrow before Avalon fell. Yet indeed Avalon fell. Oh! Queen of childhood dreams how shall my honor renew. Oh. Innocence buried. Rotten crow feast and rusted armor cannot defend your brilliant crown. I scream to God it is she who wears the halo of thorns. As I suck air from the rip of the spear of destiny as it weaves fate into my twisting guts. Only a lost for you now....

Added 09 Dec 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 35

An unbroken bottle

I found a note in a bottle. It must have floated halfway across the sky. Who knows the wonder in such a journey. I have been alone all my life. Try to understand how my hands trembled as I uncrumpled the edges. Return to sender was all it said. It was agony to realize it was my handwriting. One thing kept me from going insane. My signature was...tier stained    ...

Added 27 Nov 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 54

What I see in people

I see an old man who does not speak. I wonder what vampire stole his voice. Is his breath next? I bet he was a poet once. Who is to tell, not he nor I.  I see a young lady with the mind of a child. I have no idea if she is cursed or blessed. I have nothing but charity for her. I see a soulless one who has no grace. What can I think of him; save only God knows. Then borrowed deep...

Added 19 Nov 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 66 | 1 Comment

Light in my hand

Are the fireflies dead? I have not seen them since I was a child. Are they wounded? Are they leaving us like the butterflies? Do you think they are fallen angels or faeries? Oh, how they danced for me weaving living lightly through my fingers. Like the butterflies do they weave chaos in the afterglow of the Aurora Borealis? Have you watched two dance in a jar? What joy they brought me...

Added 26 Oct 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 77

You have to know why first

In sorrow we pay our deepest respect. There is tragedy in joy. Numb in endless ways. Find solace in bright stars. Find as the shaman say the face of your buda. The cost with out is one bright penny. Some play at humanity some ride the light. Tumble with me. See hope shine. Walk with these few words. Do a kind deed, perhaps. I know time holds us like a straight jacket. The earth...

Added 24 Oct 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 71

The rains at fall

The rain in furry.  I am solotude. All I do is count the drops as they wind and fall. Lightning and thunder command the sky. I witness the ribbons of wind as they lash the sleeping trees. I am at a place of inner concentration that I can not share but wish to. There is no rage but the coal burns. I am focused. Hands clean my soul hurts and weeps. You see no blood in the storm. I am...

Added 19 Oct 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 65

Take from me this poetry

It is meritocracy It is cumbersome. It demands too much of my blood. I don't care about these words any more, nor does anyone. It grinds out like shards of cheese. I cant. I don't want to. All I do is whine and hurt. Drugs are better. ... Perhaps death has one more poem to be written on my gravestone "Here lay pauper and a poet - he loved being nither."    ...

Added 18 Oct 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 49

Bury the falcon

I don't want to ask any more questions. But I must to find piece. Yet  I don't understand. The pain. The rain. Or a baby's laugh. I can not understand how thick the plots can be. It saddens me that songs live brighter lives than poems. The longest day has the brightest night. The Strongest whiskey won't chase the most jagged afterglow. Women and men are broken bow and an ax left in...

Added 08 Oct 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 88

The bridge of death

Onward into the splinter of a frozen rain. In my piety I look into thy limp heart. Tonight the black widows of my enemies stalk me. By the hourglass on your skanks. I smell it is you who are terrified. You feel the heat of my furry coming at you. I have marked the year carefully. In this sentence I declare royalty. By pen and by pastry knife I rise against with discipline.  My eyes...

Added 07 Oct 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 71

Tending this small light

By which poets Wright. Stoking the flame That passes from torch to torch. Using a dim flame to cook at night. Feeding this fire with all I got, my love, my need burning bright. My only companion is a flicker By which poets wright.  ...

Added 06 Oct 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 89

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