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I'm just starting this up. I've never really had to much critique of my work, so let me know what's good and what's not. I'll be putting more stuff up over the next couple days as I clean some pieces up. Thanks.J. Grey
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DraftTurn it on Swish it down The world spinning round a bright side bursting throughDraft
The dark wears thin A dream that's real The ghosts of people that I've been are forgotten by themselves
But when night unfolds Forget the chemicals I've loved and lost again another day, another repetition.
Forget the pain Forget yourself I've remembered too late to remember myself
There's no excuses but lot's of lies is it a lie to lie near one you've never loved?
by ~Astillertown
Ghost LitGhost Lit J.r.sGhost Lit
It seems to me that finding life consistent with the the strife that brings my hand and knife to wrist, I scream, alone, but no one hears.
And as I guess in spite of chance the mortal trails I might progress The future holds these waiting years that hold no satisfaction.
I see nothing more than nothing worth persisting for or living with and I am growing reassured that violent ends hold the only thing in life That truly stays what failed through wrist and knife.
T
by ~Astillertown
BrandedBranded J.r.s.Branded
All the pacifists are dead and the dead are all asleep Their sleeping eyes ignore through dirt faint cries upon the streets
Hair and flesh are quick consumed, Smokey miasma of our sins, And all the hissing pyres bloom the drug-like vapors of lives spent
So scream curious and know slow-time temps our strained vocals that decry the inevitable agonizing death throes yet we still give up the ghost.
Evolution calls for death and the dead should stay that way God demands it too, and though Jesus wept
by ~Astillertown
Swells of our deathSwells of our Death J.r.s.Swells of our death
This poem, this secret. All for you.
I, in my little rowboat, rise and fall with the swells of your chest the waves I ride are shallow breaths. You took me high to frothy crest and drug me low, I feel how it moves. My sorrow, my joy as I hope that you guard well my fervent fealty. Our fate employed for my ecstatic longing long in going for it I breath.
I sleep.
I drown in your absence I suffocate for the air I miss Panicked in my death, &nbs
by ~Astillertown
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Absent Friendsby *dholl
unwrappedyou: complete package me: various useless parts (assembly required)unwrapped
by *YouInventedMe
The Sound Of SilenceIt’s so hard to be nice, Go on, say it. Or maybe she should.The Sound Of Silence
Decisions, I have never been one for this. A collection of nerves, In the pit of my stomach. Just do it. Just to break the tension. Make a crack in the silence. Discuss the latest affairs, Conversations stretched
As taut as a rubber band. Before it snaps.
The fragments of my nerves, Burst out of my
Non- existent chest, And I speak.
by ~whydoidothiseveryday
Gully-holeby ~LuckaPE
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