NonsenseTyper
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A New HouseA Poem by NonsenseTyperA Walk in the mist and I can't remember who I once was. Disregard my temptations, smoked filled lungs and half broken smile. That's why I can not plac.. |
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cooked Eyes and broken SliverA Poem by NonsenseTyperCooked eyes and broken silver mountains add up to a fraction of a second in the lifespan of a living organism of dust. Swifting through the endless vo.. |
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SanguinaryA Poem by NonsenseTyperRising above metamorphosis, holding stillA magnet rings up to a sick beating shrillIn the corners of the world sit giants and antsTurmoil turning to t.. |
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Shading NormalityA Poem by NonsenseTyperShading normality, I step out into the world. Dreaming of something imperceptible, I pace through the unseen, insane and maddened urgency. What If I f.. |
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The BellA Poem by NonsenseTyperVisions of blue, rhythms of beginnings incarnate into some intangible smell of the ocean. Bursting symbolic emotions of nature, blooming into the blac.. |
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Passengers to the SunA Poem by NonsenseTyperRunning down the tracks I suddenly feel empowered by a sense of awe. When the train passed it was gone. Gave its place to terror and maybe a bit of a .. |
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TearsA Poem by NonsenseTyperBorrowed some words from the titles of Sons Of Anarchy episodes! |
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A CurseA Poem by NonsenseTyperCaptured silently by the invisible net of a goddess, my hands are tied around my body. I surround myself in a circular attempt to free and drown all t.. |
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Mr. SophisticationA Poem by NonsenseTyperMr. Sophistication acknowledges the problem with the duality of the cosmic entanglement of phenomenon and rejects the possibility of any disturbance i.. |
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The ReckonerA Poem by NonsenseTyperA voice from the depth calls out to me. I do not know it. My hands shake but I have no pen to utter the impossible images. Slander is mercy at the han.. |
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