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The Book of Prophecies: Bring Forth the PlaguesThe Book of Prophecies: Bring Forth the Plagues by GrubbsWriting
To our discourse, a plague of sorts,
To bring forth the screams froms depths
Of a million lungs...
May they echo to the ears
Of Omnipotence, and be a test
to a new brand of Testament.
This pestilence of proportions is to bring
Attention to the Horsemen of this dark nature.
Disease to be unfathomed by the highest of minds,
To bring forth Hysteria to the masses...
Which in turn shall call upon the ruin,
of War and Death.
Such a prophecy has before been fufilled
To bring a species to their knees...
And to remind them of their place in this world...
Sweet, as my RevengeSweet, as my Revenge by GrubbsWriting
Feel free, do the somatics of my limbs,
Trembling with utmost excitement to be
commanded by this now vicious mind...
I shall make an artistic piece of you,
to be placed in my bitter memory of
your wretched image....
To thy throat I place the rusty blade,
with a razor edge as jagged as thy tongue.
The accursed tongue that dug deep
the hole before thee, and to thee I pray,
the luck of Daemons
As any luck at all is far undeserved...
Your voice shall never reach beyond this hole...
Thy hallowed screams shall never find the surface,
As such a blackened pit is too deep to carry sound...
Personal as it all may seem, my will is the will,
Of a bitter man. Justified through malicious retribution.
Sanctified to my vicious solution.
To my own, the blood corses through these hollow veins
with a sinister enjoyment...
Just as yours boils out the sweat brought about
by the fear in your beating heart.
To what purpose do I express mercy?
You shall make food of the life of surrounding Earth!
And when you
if you didn'tyou didn't makeif you didn't by RecklessMonstrosity
me blush and smile
make the butterflies
in my stomach soar
you ignored me,
i didn't exist
if only you
i could hate you
or even dislike!
you hurt me
but you still care,
not like before
but still you are there,
as my friend now
but still it hurts
if only you didn't
then maybe i
wouldn't have fallen
oh who am i kidding,
if only you didn't
if only i didn't fall
it wouldn't hurt
Liberate the MindStronger than myself,Liberate the Mind by Nullibicity
a varying constant, if possible at all.
I can trust in the cycles of confidence
to the heavy weight of
worthlessness, but can give not pattern or apathy
to the event,
only aching bouts of shame,
for holding the head high,
shoulders back and squared in certainty
brings much exhaustion, which then
allows easily the act of hunching in
to keep from bleeding out.
Perhaps I will adapt like clever chameleons
who excel in hiding and
and perhaps hypocritical smiles will cease
encouragement to fraudulent behavior,
which always bring out simulated bests
but maybe genuine efforts reap no results,
putting honest theorists to
and maybe I ponder the unknown like stargazers ponder
constellations and crowded masses
for the purpose of false security;
I no longer have control.
the last shifting shapei am a human.the last shifting shape by bluejayhorse
i am in a skin.
running from the man.
the man of one skin.
i do not remain in one shape.
i can not remain in place.
no evil or holy cape,
i must shadow my face.
they are coming for me,
for i am the last.
he believes not one shall be free
so a spell he will cast.
the lure of safe.
my love shall come to mind as i slip
from the panic of the strafe.
i'm losing my grip.
is he looking for me?
he is my key.
to the world we came from,
to the land of snowy to come.
running as a deer.
where is my dear?
We Dreamed Of Silver SailsWe Dreamed Of Silver Sails by HoldTheNoise
Remember those winters by the lake so long ago?
We were bundled in cotton and swaddled in snow.
Soft naked footprints 'cross paralyzed sea.
The breath of our skin left a pathway of steam.
Like music box figures, we'd spin on ten toes.
Our breath fogged the walls of our hourglass dome.
Folding our secrets like white paper swans,
we kissed them with wax and we locked them in jars.
The trees were our fortress. The sky was our home.
Our ink splattered fingers carved hearts in the stone.
We fashioned red kites 'round the waist of our wrists.
They left for us tails through the rings of cream mist.
We laughed and we danced through the stuttering breeze
In sea ships of cardboard and crowns laced with leaves.
We'd wake up each morning to symphonic quails.
And under the stars we dreamed silver sails.
do dogs smiledo dogs smiledo dogs smile by Nick2584
all the saturday nights,can't compare to that one night which I don't
even remember what day it was.
-me,a cheerful plonker,stumbled upon
something of a novelty,or it only was a novelty for my opinion back then.
a novelty like somewhat of a sea mermaid that lures them unaware
seamen to the unknown seas,uses their horny minds which just want to
fuck a shiny scaly ass,then drowns them,at least they die somewhat happy.
I'm sad enough that I'm still alive and pretty miserable at the moment.
but at the time,You were a kindness,and I was a stranger to kindness.
you took two pictures of me,one as I was sipping beer from my mug,
-and the other,the other one where I looked like an conscienceless dog,
with an expression on my face,can you call it a smile?
because,do dogs smile?
The TrenchWe stand here in our muddy trench,The Trench by PsychicSnail
And raise a glass to all.
For those who are about to die,
And those who've gone before.
There is no glory to be found,
when hiding in these holes.
Clinging grimly onto life,
Praying for our souls.
The air is thick; the stench of fear,
We step through rotting dead,
Wishing we were miles away,
From horrors just ahead.
Its time to face the enemy,
And make the blighters pay.
So all stand by your ladders lads,
We're leaving here today.
The whistle blows, we're on the move,
The sound of firing starts,
The first man out is blasted back,
A bullet through his heart.
Fear has run its course for now,
All goes quiet and numb,
Each man says a final prayer,
His turn to die has come.
I reach the top, rush blindly out,
Run straight on through the blast,
Time slows with every second,
I have visions of the past.
A childhood filled with time to waste,
Endless days of fun.
Loving parents, playing games,
And laughter in the sun.
Leaving school and starting work,
A girl to
What's wrong with me?The pain trickles slowly,What's wrong with me? by RecklessMonstrosity
pure white tears drip onto the perfect white tile.
You words echo through my mind,
the words that I hear so much.
The words that cut through my mind, that cause me so much pain.
What's wrong with you?
You said those words,
I hear them so much.
From almost everyone.
But hearing them from you,
Hurt so much more.
I don't know what's wrong with me.
That's the question I can never answer.
Because there are so may things wrong.
I'm sorry there's something wrong with me.
I don't know how to fix it though.
I want to be perfect for you
But I can't, I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry I'm not enough.
For you or anyone.
I'm just not enough.
It hurts everytime though.
From you it tears me apart.
What's wrong with me.