August 22, 2016 · 5:55 pm
Howard Pyle
Some Times
–
Some Times
Love Thrills
Like Music
Played Upon
your Spine
Some Times
Love Stills
the Pain
&
Hate
In Side
Some Times
Love Heals
the Savage
Soul
we Hide
Some Times
Love Kills
Like
a Shallow
Dive
Some Times
Love
Swills
the Dregs
That No
Body
Else
Can Find
Leaving Us
New Again
Some Times
#B27321
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January 25, 2016 · 8:52 pm
Speculum Virginum
Temptation
Tempted to Eat the Gun
Every Day
That I a Wake
To the Slum
That Is my Life
To End
That Which
Should
Never
Of Begun
A Mistake
That Makes
me Regret
Who I am
Born to Be
Cast a Side
Left to Die
But I Did Not
Nor
the Many Times
I Threw my Life On the Line
to See
If In Side
Was Real or Fake
I Struggled On
Dreaming Of Steel
to End my Twisted Fate
Wait you Say
Before It Is Too Late
Surely It Is Just Testing
a Crucible
to Bake
a Better Man
That Has to Be the Plan
40 Years of Prison & Pain
of Loss & Never a Gain
& Only I to Blame
Puts That Lie to Shame
When the Entertainment Stops
& It’s Just me
& my
Hollow Hollow Heart
a Hole That I Can Not Stop
Nor Look a Way
From
the Empty Spot
That Captivates me
With What I am Not
my Biggest Sin
Thinking
the Singing Pen
Would Save me From my Plate
a Meal Hard to Swill
Full of Bitterness & Hate
Set In Verse
to Be Read
After
They Pull me From the Hearse
the Ink was Thin
Iron For the Win
to Blot a Way the Stain
That Was my Name
From the Book of Eternal Life
This 38 Will Be my Wife
Her Leaden Kiss
Wedded Bliss
& a Sweet Here After
So you Say
What a Play
If Only a Helping Hand Was Offered
#B27321
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August 31, 2015 · 6:03 pm
William Blake
An Offering
–
Lovely, Lovely, Girl
On the Splattered Floor.
Come To me.
The Nine Hells
Have Pledged To me Thee.
By Altar, Sword, & Seal;
Cross the Gulfs & Voids
of Time’s Mortal Stream.
Seer Guide my Hand;
Fate’s Reel.
The Bargain Struck;
Blood, Strife, & Souls To Steal.
Come Forth,
Before the Sacred Stone I Kneel.
First To Take His Brother’s Life.
First To Covet Another’s Wife;
the UnHoly Bride.
Father Of Our Line.
With Serpent’s Kiss
& Lies Upon my Lips.
Inhabit This Shell
& Once Again This Land
Will Feel Steel
& the Iron Will
Of the Master
Down Below.
–
Taken From
the Private
Journals
of #B27321
Last Son
of a
Fallen Line
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May 9, 2015 · 12:24 pm
Laurits Tuxen
Black
Times
&
Only
the Pen
Could
Save me
From the
Road
of Gun
&
Knife
Like
the Phoenix
Craving
New Life
Would I
Have
What It
Takes
Or Burn
&
Bake
In my
Past Mistakes
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March 23, 2014 · 1:30 pm
I want Poetry!
Send me your poetry to share!
This is just for fun though.
I want to see you strut your stuff!
It’s not a contest or anything official.
Keep it short, but make it weird!
Add it to this post.
And if you all are cool with it I’ll take the 10 that I like the best and post them on our website.
The contest is open for 12 hours!
N.C. Wyeth
Fragments
–
Just
as Animals
Differ
from Land
to Land
So do
Man.
We are
All
men
Though.
–
Mirrors
Gleam
with
Sights
Unseen.
–
The Sea
so
Like our
Minds,
Turbulent
at Times.
–
Ripples
In
the Sea
Memory.
–
Teeth
&
Talons,
In the
Night.
Forces
of Nature,
In their
Right
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