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Geraldine, you have crimson footsteps and soot follows on the breeze left in your wake.Geraldine, the color in your eyes is bleeding into the fleshy p..
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This is a poem I wrote for my OC. (my art used for picture) NOt to be taken too seriously and definitley not about me.
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Porcelain doll with glistening cheeks;White lips and light grey eyes.Small snow hands to bring to his mouth,To cover his porcelain cries.Take a blue c..
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What horrors creep inside our skulls.During the darkness of our sleep?What things do we not remember,When we fall into the deep?In restless motion, tu..
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Cast me off, over, and down,To jagged rocks sat upon hard ground.Watch me fall with my eyes in their terror,As I watch your back as you turn in error...
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I see the world through the warped glass of narcotics.A constant dream from,A shivering mind.Feelins dulled down,And numbness refined.I see the world ..
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The world crumbles and breaks,Through landslides and earthquakes.Crushing waters resound,Ripping roots from the ground.Ice shelves fall broken,Leaving..
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A green aura protrudes into the small shadowed room. A gentle lime color pressing against pitch shadows.The clicking of rapid-fire thoughts and expres..
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I tell myself,I do not have the time,The time.All there is in life,Is the climb,The climb.You cannot,Smell the roses,The roses.You live life,In larger..
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At times,I do not exist.I am the rage in my veins,And my fist in its clench.I am,My breathe poured out.Moisture on canvas;Droplets and clouds.The end,..
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