| "Conscience" is an early 20s piece that I had written when, at the time, I had regretted some decisions I had made. In time, these decisions turned out to be quite fortunate, but that's what hindsight is all about. Now it's just a reminder of a time long since passed, but not forgotten. |
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MaybeMaybe It’s not really worth it all There’s nothing tangible Awaiting behind that door The hand that leads Leads me astray And the sun won’t rise There won’t be another dayMaybe
Maybe There’s only so much that I see Blind to the chains that bind We’re never really free The beaten path To a dead end street Caught in a daydream Always incomplete
Maybe I can’t have what I want Never really cared My indifference that I flaunt Going nowhere fast Following the signs This is wh
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Push To TalkPush to talk, pull to play Dream your life Dream away No respite, no reprise Second chances AlibisPush To Talk
Push to talk, pull to play Take a chance Make your day No regrets, no goodbyes The tape’s worn Improvise
Push to talk, pull to play Let it be Everyday No concealment, no disguise A new toy Sensationalise
Push to talk, pull to play Empty threats I won’t obey No appeasement, no surprise All it lacked was Compromise
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UnfulfilledWalking down the extended plank So I can drown in a septic tank And I still get denied I see the indifference in your eyes It’s getting hard to describe The foul stench I get from your vibeUnfulfilled
You were supposed to be Someone special just for me But you spat in my face My inner death you embrace Then kick me in the arse And I play out this sorry farce
Is there something wrong with me? Do you expect an apology? Why are you even here? Telling me I were so dear My life a perpetual fear That you are somewhere near
Some
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The EndI listened to the words you said With an absent mind My thoughts – misread An empty gaze With no hope to find Caught in a haze The lights – they blindThe End
There is no peace There’s no respite The thought – a disease Corrupting my mind There is a story to unfold Clearing away My hands – they’re cold
There is a place where I can run You won’t find me there The thought – undone Catch the glass Before it falls Watch it shatter The bell – it tolls
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Memento morituriThe passion that once filled my heart and veins, That once fueled all my love and pain, Now flows away, a pale picture of the past. Memento Morituri, and in the depths I’m cast.Memento morituri
A pale passion, a picture of my blood, A sickening shade of red, fading like it should. A river of my blood, released from body’s chain, Leaving little but my memory of pain.
The pain is sweeter than the pleasure, Because I know the pain is real. This life I can no longer treasure, There is nothing left for me to feel.
Knocks on the door, shrill shouts of fear,
by ~Tar1988
Lyrical SuicideAs this pen releases the blackened blood from its hollowed heart, The creamy skin of which it writes becomes submerged in the languid darknessLyrical Suicide
by ~BeautyTransformD
First I sang to the sunFirst I sang to the sun, Silent symphonies of sweet summer love but the sun shone on, and nothing happened.First I sang to the sun
Then I sang to the tree, Touching tunes of tragic love But the tree stood still and nothing happened.
Then I sang to the world, Mysteries of music, a magical love But the world moved on and nothing happened.
Then I sang to you, Myriads of melodies, one true love. You gave me a smile, and the world fell into place.
by ~Tar1988
Secret LivesSecret LivesSecret Lives
Open, free, random acts of momentary pleasure, Flirting with strangers that become temporary lovers,
Just one time, but the best time, Every night.
Startle her with new techniques, Picked up from your passing fancies, There’s no pain in this, just a satisfaction of sorts, On repeat.
Tuck in your shirt and wipe off that lipstick smile, Imprinted on your chest during a thirty-minute encounter, It won’t hurt, if everyone tells the same lies, To each other.
It doesn’t matter who struck the first match, Heate
by ~crimsonkwe
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Devious Info
- Current Residence: Warsaw, Poland
- Interests: history, poetry, art
- Favourite movie: Shooter
- Favourite band or musician: Depends on my mood
- Favourite genre of music: Rock and derivatives
- Favourite poet or writer: Max Barry, Chuck Palahniuk
- Operating System: XP
- MP3 player of choice: iPod/iTunes
- Favourite gaming platform: PC
- Favourite cartoon character: Genzo Wakabayashi
- Tools of the Trade: fountain pen and paper, failing that - Microsoft Word
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Haven't got the time mate, busy time at work I'm afraid
You and your, earning money and creating a future. Bah.
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Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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