Gord
2026-09-29 09:11 pm
I saw through the night, My eyes, always on you, Instead of the knife. Wings, wild across the white, Heart still filled with horror, So, on and on - and out of sight. Naivety, leads to fighting, Like pencil leads to writing. Wings, used to fly, Like fathers are to leaving, No need to try.
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Gord
2025-05-13 05:39 am
Split lunch, near touch, Dim bulbs, ringed dove. Tired of the pressings, In books for protection. Heightened senses, high centrism, Hybrid ethics, sighted, selfish. Ringed dove, signed confession, I wish love just lasted forever.
Gord
2024-09-23 09:22 pm
I wish I had just spawned in, Forget what I saw before death. In the end, I'm done with fights, Aquamarine, unto the skies. Blue after, and until midnight. I have between Ral, Tal, About what is right. God of the Sun, In the end. For you, insight. Racoons, fire, Costumes, liars. In the end, Just to win like them. I just want, to feel whole again, Like I had one hundred lives, Blue painted wall, sofa bed.
psyaviah
2021-12-07 08:58 am
Trackside, the engineer twists and turns Back and forth - on the chair Tapping feet Biting their lips Clenching fists The balance must be right Between performance, between life Focus, forthright In every tiny decision Every design to make Weighing off the balance of winning Versus the life one could take At light speed, the pilot twists and turns Every lap, committed in the highest of G's Back and forth - shifts and learns Working wrists Operating feet The balance must be right Between speed, between sight In every corner A decision awaits Weigh the balance of life Versus the passion to race
Knoble Kaller
2021-02-05 02:06 am
Rise oh sun oh immortal flame to wake the soul to play again. To run and dance and jump for joy and warm the hearts of girl and boy. Beam down your rays of healing light confirming natures pure delight and bringing forth more glee than blight no winter yet in this souls sight. May brilliant joy and exaltation be your gift and coronation leading toward the beach of plenty makes one feel like being twenty. Wish upon dream upon starry starry night. Let your spirit take its flight to one you’ll hold extremely tight. Embrace your dream with passion free exposing all intentional glee for daylight breaks and dawn reveals lovers heart… eternally.
Steven Delvin
2020-08-10 12:32 pm
Rejoice O' Dear Pilgrim's Steven Delvin Mututo Muturi Rejoice! Rejoice! My heart sings. It's proud,quite a revolt, Overwhelmed by high spirits. Best better made choice's_ So proud of this feeling- As not one can default_ Of all it truly seeks. Fighting the wars, merely won on the past_ previous Escapade's, On the truces of truth. Stands firm and tall, Relatively all along. A positive mentalist, A determined mindset, A humble individual_ Highly dedicated And fully determined Having negativism eradicated. Despite how it all looks, Sophistically complicated I have all my wills, Precious bills to be initiated. A focused soul. Doing the best to shake off, All the shackles of darkness Profuse dark need's_ No Hope mentality, Out of our every human borne Off the transgress, Of life's worst enemy's, That kill's hopes in life. On very self individuals, I try to wipe it all out Erasing all its crooked details_ Engraved wildly on many A blurred people's life. The negatively emotional Wrath stained life's invoice Much a strain to many. Just dearly,do hear my voice. As in your personalised mails, I will send some by the rails Tagging along recorded clips_ Mine own recorded voice Blended with messages of hope The best percussionist's theme With a perfect rhyming scheme With a Hope streams beat sets A perfect blend rhythm. Rejoice! Oo' ye' Brethren. Son's and Daughter's, Of the very Most High. Let out your faint sigh's, Relax your panting, The gulping gasps, And rest all your worries- Along the wicked fears, To the reign of the supreme On the kingdom of the Most High, Our Holy God. Lay off,Yours all earthly burdens And soar again- As a new soul, A new being_ Divinely borne Blended in Holiness's. Cast out your eyes And settle them over, The glittering sigh post_ With glittery letters of Gold, That's so clear on sight. A message of Hope, To us all- So loosen your grips_ And firm holds off the ropes, That tags,drags along The petty dark burdens Of our own pretty pasts. Embark on a Divine journey- The very new noble course, And progress with pilgrimage_ An affirmative programme, Cruising mast vast mileages Crossing many boundaries, Past many a villages, Across the horizons, Preaching the Gospel. Touching along lives. New hopes,new things Great achievements And magnificent endeavors, To people's you truly spell_ For a new life- All can spell, Walking in new Grace's New righteous traces, To the very far end..
Kody
2020-02-19 09:42 am
Bin thinking all night Which goes outside Bin worried of bin left out Too much trash inside my house Do neighbors above jest? When no one bin in flight Do the angels laugh at our distress? Despite a sky with all yards in sight In desserts I have bin Now I know which truck rolls in Now my neighbors learn from me My bin is full of trash and now Peace
The Sophist
2019-07-30 12:33 pm
2020 points of data Dad's a little worried 'bout it Swimming in a pool of mana Shrouded in chaotic mantle Cross legged on the basement floor Flooding with the magic sauce New shadows like a candy store They dance outside and wait for us Anyway, he sits with mama Dreaming of a mind controller Come bridges of analysis Enslave me in a freer wonder Let me see the world pro rata Let them not be worried 'bout it Long books they wrote in spite of me Excerpting my whole destiny
Dawn Toney
2019-05-15 08:55 am
Look at the trees, All sweet with honey bees, Kids falling skinning there knees, Moms are running with all there might, Screaming I told you ,don't leave My sight, Now were do we fly our kite, Then they start to fight, Bees are buzzing, Oh so load, under over the huge Big crowd.
Gord
2018-03-02 07:08 am
She lives for tomorrow, folding; Sight static, fight fantastic. Not matters you, me, or belief, Our forevers spent grieving, but of a might, life traveled. Snapping, chatting of pictures, Scared of the aperture, focus, Not the fools and hocus pocus. Yang sits riverside singing, What a life quaint, dyed. Painting faint inner lies, Things remissed never vied, Another sister left behind, Another brother lost to time, Benefactor earth, Loss to files, binaries, Tyrannies, buying, surprises. Redacted is worth, Prose, everything vibrant. Observers know of likeness, Sequel to the Mona Lisa, Pious only to feeling.
Justan Mitchell
2016-04-13 12:00 am
The Near Perfect Gift In the former days of boyish ways, I walked in a maze and talked on then plains, of my humanness. And of this list my name was skipped, like a gone astray wish of a dreamscape in which, I could only reminisce. But now that I've awakened my love has been accepted by you, the near perfect gift. So this time words and I try to rhyme, hoping to duplicate the magnified vibe that transmitted from your eyes, but when I over intellectualize, a development of nearsightedness takes me by surprise. So in the name of the most high my refuge and supply I've been blessed with a divine, and through that intervention the spirit translates my earthly dimensions, developing gateways to elevate toward worthy extensions of which I've never transcended, and I should mention that proverbs 31 represents a flair of dimness next to the rare exquisiteness of you the near perfect gift. A.V. A.M.
Gord
2015-02-09 12:00 am
Voice 1: I may ask a question of nonsense, However I ask not philosophical, Practically, cannot we heed, We merely speculate, sight unseen. Anointing of the dyke absurd, Fools searching to search of, What poignancy is a question like, What is strife? Why not question, what is life? Voice 3: Life is currency of an institution, When I speak loud of retribution. We both die upon our war machine, Apropos closure for those supine. Solution besting additional convolution. Voice 1: Passing stars dull with light, So perhaps all fate is forever finite. And all twilight is then n'everlasting, Caste chaste over trivial happening, Casting themselves of classical tragedy, Without squalor or clothes raggedy, Hip stores looking to rewrite history. Voice 3: True, but I see no god protector. Contractors of the holy body, They are probably of nobody. Villains to die of destiny, Enemy of the true spectacular. Enemy not just of the vernacular, Binoculars or arbitrator. An enemy alike to a Reich betrayer.
Gord
2014-08-21 12:00 am
I can understand why your parents abused you but i still dont understand the molestation bit
Drunk on Stage and Punching other Girls
I innocently sat sidelined, While sidewinder missiles, Blackened and filled the sky. They saw no oversight. Then calamity, personnel, Call out and rome fell, The claim don't prose well. Well, I suppose they don't. But I never was no poet.
The Sophist
2014-05-28 12:00 am
From dying lips was told, A tale of winters melting wax, Turning summers cold. Stranger tales we will betell, I'm sure, Stranger sights we will behold. Forever we will speak the truth, Except regarding days of yore.
The Sophist
2014-05-13 12:00 am
My Life, My Soul, I am my own, I am my everything, My Sight, So Foul, To live perforce, To Hell with destiny. SO FOUL, FIE SOUL, THIS AMBIANCE PERVADING EVERYTHING. NO DOUBT, OR CONTROL, BEYOND MY SIGHT I DREAM OF EVERYTHING.
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