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ErodeWhen the walls around you slowly crumble
As fleeing sand through the cracks of an hourglass
Burry the green scenery underneath an overwhelming dullness.
And the sand just keeps seeping through with a constant motion,
A constant stream.
When all surroundings turn to visions of a dying dream.
Try to close the cracks created throughout time,
As the sand slowly engulfs your oasis.
As it erodes your psyche further
Until there's nothing left,
Until the last grain of sand seeps out
Flows further away, with the last part of your sanity.
The hourglass heavily strained, under everything it contains.
Reverse the flow, recapture sanity.
Heal the wounds that erode you and weigh down upon your psyche.
Puzzled's EscapeBack aboard the HMS Fuck Logic, Puzzled whom had barricaded himself behind the double steel doors started to plot his escape. Though to many it may have been seen as treachery.
Puzzled would no longer allow himself to be bossed around, especially not with a mentally unstable captain, who has a sick obsession with being called the Swan Queen. Not only that, she even tended to dress up like a swan though obviously not when on a mission. Her favourite weapon would be the black swan feather knife. And you'd see her play with it whenever her mind goes astray.
Anyway Totally-Dead had been captured by the one and only Insane Queen, and many swanlets died for her "just" cause. Though to be honest the poison she coated the weapons with actually did the job for them.
But Puzzled would not allow this much longer, as a faithful member of her gang, she would never expect him to run away. He could if he wanted too, but he had no intention in awakening the captain's wrath. He was always more of the s
PersephoneShe's far fairer than anyone I’ve
ever rested eyes upon.
She traverses far beyond the gates of Hades
without a single indication of fear.
As if fear cannot fix it's mark upon her,
she roams perilous but free, with lashes to die for,
and lips so lusciously thick and creamy.
She’s far beyond my reach..
Whilst she traverses my inner sanctum.
Not even the river Styx could keep her from me
As she disarmed me with a mere smile,
waving her lashes graciously.
I, petrified of her allure and charming sentience
Cannot help but wonder if she would be a deity
As she transfixes her everlasting mark upon my lips
I find myself thrown overboard Charon's ferry
And succumb to the cruelty of the Styx.
Sorrow SpokeSilence, shadowed sorrow spoke.
(As) Fire flickers flood faces
Burning bright, brutal blight.
Silence, shadowed sorrow spoke.
Fall from feathered flight forsaken
(As) Regal raindrops reminisce.
Brain (F)artIt looks like today's art is just going to be another brain fart.
A mediocre attempt at magnificent photography
Point and click, please photo shop me.
Alas not even poetry goes untouched
As the steel cuts flesh and scars me.
Another emo's diary thrown online for innocent eyes to see.
F12, nor screenshot can be called artsy
Alas t'may be pretty.
Though not all art is to be a brain fart
There are still some diamonds in the rough
Just buried underneath the self-importance and vanity.
Accept my deepest apology as I become part of the hypocrisy
Enjoy this crappy poem, t'is my terrible attempt at poetry.
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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