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this complex web which we weave
unaware how fragile it actually is
until a bird flies through it
and we fall to the ground

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I stand on my balcony
and look out upon the
distant ambient city
with it's neon glaze
showcased upon the
wind-torn clouds above.
the wind is violent and damp
in my direction, my hair
blowing about my ears
and as I stand in the
freezing cold I cannot
help but think what
you are doing now and
why you left me here
to be all on my own.
 
Your untethered wit isn't fit for here,
No one wants you to be near,
You're a peasant dragging at my feet,
An unwanted rhythm to a desperate need,
Who cares what you know or where you've been,
I've got nowhere to go,
I don't care what you've seen,
Won't you rid me of your presence,
You unwanted thief,
A villan so vicious,
You'll be begging on your knees.

Ash. <3
 
pk. said:
We went to an Italian restaurant
You and I, to eat.
You a tradesman, me a nothing, yet
Deep into a Winter of existential crisis.
You always had a way with words,
Words able to soothe my chaotic mind
Better than any philosophical
Book ever could.
Throughout my life you were always there,
A stern mast on my disintegrating boat.
You helped me cross the windiest oceans
And we always managed to set up camp
Wherever we landed.
I never got around to telling you this
Over the many years,
But for what it's worth -
I appreciate your companionship, mate.
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I really like this pk. :)

Ash. <3
 
There were devils in the darkness, so they said,
Fairy tales told to children so they're not late for bed,
I went searching one weary evening,
I headed down past the garden, turned left at the shed,
Searched and searched I did, for hours I dug,
Sometimes I thought within me, I had nothing left,
Out there, I found shadows hiding devils,
Nothing so ultimately scary, you would perish,
But I wished I never went looking that night,
And forever and a day, near my heart I will hold that wish,
Though I am likely to soon die of fright.

Ash. <3
 
Ashley said:
There were devils in the darkness, so they said,
Fairy tales told to children so they're not late for bed,
I went searching one weary evening,
I headed down past the garden, turned left at the shed,
Searched and searched I did, for hours I dug,
Sometimes I thought within me, I had nothing left,
Out there, I found shadows hiding devils,
Nothing so ultimately scary, you would perish,
But I wished I never went looking that night,
And forever and a day, near my heart I will hold that wish,
Though I am likely to soon die of fright.
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Really enjoyed that. Thank you.

Ashley said:
A Whiter Shade Of Pale by Procol Harum.
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Well done :D
 
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Not sure if this is a micro poem, or worthy of it's own title, let me know what y'all think. ;)

My Best Friend Jess

Together we went walking, on a beach beneath a sky raining snow,
That we would find no shells, pieces of the ocean, we weren't to know,
I held your hand, you held mine, as we walked ever so slow,
We had all the time in the world, and everywhere to go,
Out on the horizon, I could see some sort of fishing boat,
Like our bonded souls, at that time it was safely afloat,

Now you're in the dark castle, surrounded by a moat,
I never liked swimming, but to get to you I'll give it a go,
They say there are sharks in the murky water down below,
But I don't care, and if it's true, I honestly don't know,
So I'll take a chance to interrupt the intermission of our show,
And rescue you from that castle in which they've locked you so,

I'll be your knight in shining armor, though likely dripping wet,
From the swim I'll have to take, so to you I can get,
So wait for me darling, I'm coming I swear and I sweat,
And when you wonder why I haven't arrived beside your bed,
In your tower so high, please don't lose sleep and fret,
I just haven't gotten there yet,
My best friend, Jess.

A. <3
 
A crime has been committed!

And was precedingly admitted;
By 'staying inspired'
Who is tiny
yet,
Makes a habit of finding things for lifting:
Once while commenting on her bike
Bolt-cutters she offered lending !

... days later, a plot began to thicken
When my neighbor friend asked, with a lax yawn
If that day coming home
Had I notice anything different, amidst the lawn

There was I recalled whilst approaching the stairs,
But was in a hurry
Passing through with grocery-bags in pairs

Her demeanor changed
When abruptly she put forth
That her bike is now missing;
stolen
Not yester-
But the night before!
 
There were god awful sounds in the darkness of night,
Those that strike terror into an unstable mind,
Paranormal visions of inexplicable light,
Ghosts and ghouls bound to instill a sense of fright,
The hand of mercy had this time failed to grab me,
And so I fall towards the earth so tenderly,
Clinging on to my party mask of integrity,
It's the only shameful plastic thing left of me,
This weight, it cannot be carried,
Just as a fish and a lion cannot be married.
 
They were waiting in the shadows for an unsuspecting victim,
Some form of innocent bystander, who wouldn't know what hit him,
You pay with blood for invisible moral falterings,
And all the while your sense of righteousness
Isn't moulding, it's unfolding into dust,
As all of your support beams are starting to rust,
Peculiar though it seems, when viewed through a telescope,
Distant comets through space, silently they float,
Maybe they'll be together, one day on a house boat,
Even own a home, perhaps have children of their own,
In the frames we have yet to view,
Nothing is impossible, it is but the unknown.
 
Lick a taste of freedom,
Shivers up my spine,
The water is too muddy,
To walk through.

Darkness, light as a feather,
A pilgrimidge to nowhere important.

If ever you wondered why?
And couldn't get an answer to save your life,
Let me tell you, exactly why..
We were born and then we die,
The time in between is as useless,
As vinegar turned to wine.

A. <3
 
You lost me on the third stanza. As soon as you started to rhyme.

The first two stanzas are great. Though, better arranged like this:

Ashley (remix) said:
A Taste of Freedom

Shivers
licking my spine

The water
too muddy to walk through

Darkness
light as a feather

A pilgrimage
to nowhere important.
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You often post hearts at the end of your posts. I must say I feel a little conflicted when I try to interpret what that means. I'm torn between: a) you love everybody, indiscriminately; b) you're just being charitable towards those miserable enough to believe that you love them; c) optimistic fundamentalism; d) obsessive compulsive disorder; e) it's an attempt to trivialize love; f) it's an attempt to trivialize the use of heart shapes as a symbol for love; g) you're trying to disguise the fact that you actually hate everyone and divert attention away from your master-plan to enslave humanity; ... (I'm going to skip a couple) ... ; p) because your Aunt Betty was tragically stabbed through the heart on Valentine's Day; q) because you stabbed your Aunty Betty through the heart on Valentine's Day; ... (couple more) ... ; z) there is no reason, I'm just procrastinating as much as humanly possible in order to avoid having to do my last literature assignment.

Personally, I suspect it's k.
 
Waves came crashing down upon the shore,
Without making any sound,
I feel so little since I've been drowning,
In this ocean swimming with predators,
Morbid monsters always on my tail,
Chasing and chasing,
Every cursed day.

I never see much lightning anymore,
The electrical charge has vacated the world,
And has left us all unplugged,
Cords that dangle,
Disconnected from the socket on the wall,
Thus, no more bills to pay.

Someone turned up the volume of the earth,
And it pierces my ears so,
Like a scream in the night that echoes,
Disguised beneath a street light,
For now at least.
 
my arms are hungry

arrogant chemicals resting thick in my veins
dormant
benign
they lived fast
and died young
victims of linearity

alcohol no longer means anything
whiskey is beer
beer is water
I piss time
hours are minutes
minutes are seconds
indistinguishable days
blend into weeks
my heart aches
yet I feel nothing

hardened spider veins
throbbing in my fingers
I keep myself awake
chemical remnants
lingering in lumps
under my skin
reminding me
consciously
sub-consciously
directly and
indirectly

tiny little voices
crying out
"feed me"
 
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