Hey, man.
Your black licorice trees are on fire.
Your wheat fields are aflame
with the croaks of the gasping
elderly. Your flashes of farmland
ripple with pastoral
calmness, forever
the killing fields
of forgotten warriors,
who would rather
shadow the brig
of a ship in
gray stencil, color
calluses on cannonballs
than fight for their lives.
Take off the flash on the easel;
it’s curdling the yellow, buttering
the blue, and they’ll ferment
into jaded green, envy
streaking through the skies. It
cowers behind cerulean
curtains that cover the
stars in blankets of false hopes,
dehydrated dreams, and
in between the fabric seams
I see you dream that you were dead.
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"There is beauty in despair. You just have to know where to look." Me!
... Well, it probably wouldn't be much different, but it would still be a fun adventure.
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It seems all is not twinkly in twerp-land.
with formatting like this, everything changes
Completely.
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Well, if it isn't fat stinking billygoat Billyboy in poison. How art thou, thou globby bottle of cheap stinking chip-oil? Come and get one in the yarbles, if you have any yarbles, you eunuch jelly, thou.
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~Allie
Poetry is best when written in fits of raw emotion and near insanity. -Self
"who would rather
shadow the brig
of a ship in
gray stencil, color
calluses on cannonballs
than fight for their lives."
I mean, BAM!
The finishing line is great too. Sorry, I don't think I can be more articulate than that.
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I'm a member of =Constructive101 - I give and receive constructive criticism as best I can. I also believe in Project Reciprocation.
The more i study literature the more I find that many artists seem to walk a fine line between genius and self destruction. I share your frustrations, there have been so many others too who's brilliance was a great loss to the realms of art, stage, literature ect.
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~Clare~
"There is no sanctuary for the damned, no salvation for the wicked, only sweet insanity, a small break from reality. A minor taste of what could be, if we unchained our minds, and set them free"
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If you tell the truth you never have to remember anything.
Be enlightened. --->[link]
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If you tell the truth you never have to remember anything.
Be enlightened. --->[link]
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If you tell the truth you never have to remember anything.
Be enlightened. --->[link]
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