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The True Death(Inspired by Chapter 54 of The Secrets of the Immortal Nicholas Flamel; Book 3- The Sorceress)The True Death by ~Avix215
Someone needs to remember
The person who loved
The person who cared
The person who lived
The person whose sweat
Drop by drop
Shaped his life
His future, his destiny
That future is now a past
His hopes and wishes
Are gone
But he needs to be remembered
Remembered for his deeds
Remembered for his misfortunes
Remembered for his actions
Remembered for his sins
He laughed, he smiled
He is now ash
He played, he worked
Now he's gone
He was varied
At times blooming and bursting
Other times
Sullen and depressed
His spectrum shines on
FarewellFor this whole time my writings were aboundFarewell by ~CarloGrims
With praises to the petal-tender face,
To the enticing stare of eyes profound
And the divine lure from your charming grace.
Today attempting to exalt your smile
My fingers scribbled me out of my daze,
With lucid thoughts from bitter tastes of bile—
Ink spelling out the pangs of hurtful ways.
My stanzas now expose games of deceit
From lipstick martyrdom and lizard tears,
Lines warn against the stabs of vain conceit
And rhymes resound with sharp betraying jeers.
Did you forget pens trump the sword and knife?
Like this I sonnet you out of my life.
Unsung WordsIt's the way one word would roll out of my tongueUnsung Words by =Sammur-amat
and your world could come undone
It's the way I cannot help but feel the need
to patch you up, heart and skin and bone
It's the way your soul's brokenness calls out to be loved
by them and them and most especially by me
It's the way your toes curl at the sound of my footsteps;
how your smile can exist by my smile alone
It's the way you are a piece of me, my peace
when did you become my home?
It's the way I know I will be able to find you
even in the darkest of nights
It's the way your past scars and scabs have become my own
every blue and bruise you bore ma
360 Blind Eyes360° Blind Eyes360 Blind Eyes by ~MalikPeterson
Those street corner pharmacies don't bother me...
cooking up that crack...
serving that black...
death...
caramelizing those apples...
crystallizing that meth...
but at least it's not my kitchen...
He's Robin Hood...
on the level that Hollywood...
would be in contention...
terrorizing the scene...
mad scientist splicing the genes...
with killing machines...
but at least it's not my dimension...
They combine these positions...
with Columbine vision...
plus out-of-mind conditions...
lead to out-of-body renditions...
a suicidal homicide mission...
but at least it's not my decision...
and it's not my prob
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