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WereWereWere by Purple-Freak9
If the dreams came what would they be?
Big plans vs. loose ends
those tiny clouds in clear skies
Time will see us realign
But this is the carbon before the blaze,
And I will be your worst habit by far.
Head East, They SaidHead East, They SaidHead East, They Said by Purple-Freak9
for the gold and for the memories,
For the familiar sun
on unfamiliar pavement.
For the red in the grass,
The cracked concrete and broken glass
Whilst you are young and idealistic,
You will never be as beautiful
as pure madness,
But there is no love without fire
or Molotovs and motives.
They said I could be a politician
but I cannot cry.
Now there is no more revolution
and I'm not sure what sort of fool I have become.
You shouldn't take advice at 3am.
O, For a Muse of FireO, For a Muse of FireO, For a Muse of Fire by Purple-Freak9
O, for a Muse of fire with diamond eyes,
Bring me to the edge of
This staged kingdom;
Throw me over the edge until time
Sees us realign with more beautiful chaos.
I am Mars, I am every Monarch,
I am all the chess-pieces on this broken game board
You long to play.
Do you like the way the water tastes
After your eternal thirst for more?
Shower me into your very same realm
And let this perilous ocean part.
Cherry waves of soldier’s blood
In the wine goblets of rich white men,
Like the Hydra,
Cut off one head and more grown back
To rule the sick hierarchy.
The coffin shakes in a chariot of glass,
Pulled through an endless night by Apollo’s horses.
When the needle breaks
The record will scratch like young skin
That only the Gods may judge.
Cast opinion on this play if you will,
But it is best you keep dreaming;
Lest the Muse awaken.
SepiaSepiaSepia by Purple-Freak9
In my finite amounts are infinities of possibility.
Men have wept, women swooned,
Children ceased their sweet madness momentarily
At the hands of a few words.
The best stories never made it through whole,
For you see Medusa devoured Perseus for the fool he was,
Helen wasn't all that beautiful, just clever,
And Sparta fell at the hands of women despite its mighty reputation
Of course there are other myths that aren't mythical,
Legends less legendary than most-
It’s all in the interpretation.
The sword is wrongly feared; for all blood eventually soaks into the ground,
It’s the pen that is eternal
Aided by nothing more than a few drops of ink.
ArcanaOur tower burned.Arcana by Shannon-Sweeney
When it was coupled with the sun,
we exchanged broken hearts
and said our goodbyes.
Ten swords later
and my memories of you are
rain and snow and leaves,
I will tell the children not to be afraid
of the devil and death,
change is good.
The near future holds two cups.
I say I love you but we have a problem,
we never held the world
in either of our hands.
SubzeroYou give up some things, here in Winter. April for one.Subzero by EmmaSloane
And June. You may dream of them if you wish, but be sensible.
Hope is luxury, incongruous against the ice.
Summer failed you, that much is clear. As did Spring.
You cleared the decks for Autumn, its mysticism, and for what?
You're free now. After a while you'll find the cold
isn't so bad. Comforting, anesthetic; you need never feel at all.
You've come to the right place. It's safer here,
living without the sun.
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