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Aubade
by on March 21, 2019
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Hope dies, but hate remains
Suffering life's lasting refrain
Valid fervor, earned motivation
Shame yielding to bittersweet temptation.
Feelings sponged, emotion siphoned
Beg for release, anticipate life end
Broken mirror, identity sharded
Survival gained by self discarded
Trust, a mythos, care, a farce
Thought woven thin or thick to parse
Substance drowning, temporary
Tempt the thrill of the mortuary
Seeping poison, burning rage
Story shortened page by page
Silent scrawling, invisible ink
Sins crawling, sinner, drink.
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Mirage-and-Others
(Oof, this is creepy and I like it, but I also don’t know how to feel about it
Like March 21, 2019
Aubade
That's sort of how my poetry goes.
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Mirage-and-Others
(Ah
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Dream Vezpyre
Dream nods. Too bad Dream couldn't read.
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The Memorial
Zerathur attempts to read it out loud to see if the pone could understand. By the end, his voice had just turned monotomous and he set it aside. "Not a big fan of poetry, I am."
Like March 22, 2019
Spartan Sword the unicorn
Hmm... interesting. :/
Like March 21, 2019
Script Anonymous Cone Lord Lord of all Cones
This has dark beauty to it....like a tragedy without the plot
Like April 9, 2019