Poetry
By visceron
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a2
Harvest, Harvest, Harvest me I am yours to take Should you desire me I am yours to the end Our paths entwined to the end The ship sails on the ocean...
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- 494 reads
-1
Wistful and wandering I look left Then right The bell tolls noon Why am I left out in the cold? Is the answer attainable? Am I of a seperate...
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A Field Trip to a Morgue
Why is daddy sleeping? We grow and change as children New things our eyes do see Wondrous and novel these things do seem A rainbow, a sunset A corpse...
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- 625 reads
b3
Broken bone and scar tissue litters the floor signs of battle Grand as life itself or greater so WE move, we search The hunt in full swing I have the...
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Cold
Alone Among the cold weeks of encroaching winter I lie bleeding Not blood No wound down in my ditch The size of the prison Off to market A prize bull...
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d4
Clouds form o'er me The sky to grey turns My wakeful slumber ceases I look to the stars They give me naught but lies O' Orion O' Orion! How doe you...
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- 524 reads