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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.
To My AbuserDear my abuser,To My Abuser by NobodysWriter
I don't want to see or talk to you anymore
I don't miss you
I have more negative memories of you
Than I have positive memories of you
You think things are fine between us
But they aren't fine
I have never told you how I really feel about you
I have always been too afraid of you
To say anything truthful
You have a tendency to get angry
Whenever someone says something about you
That you don't like
When you get angry
You really scare me
I wanted to kill myself because of you so many times
I couldn't stand living with you anymore
The way you treated us was horrible
Every time you yelled at us
Every time you beat us
it tore me apart inside
You could say how you felt anytime
Without be yelled at or condemned for feeling that way
But we never could
You would beat us if we even tried
It's not right to yell at or beat someone because of the way they feel
We should not have to justify why they feel
Just because you don't like it
When one of us did have the courage to tell you any
Because of YouBecause of YouBecause of You by NobodysWriter
I want to thank you
You have done for me
For you have done
So much more
Then you will ever know
You refused to turn away
Even after hearing
All of my darkest
Secrets and moments
So many others have
You heard it all
Yet you still stand by me
Your persistence and caring
Both astonishes and warms my heart
At the same time
Before I met you
Left to die
Abandoned by everyone
Rapidly losing my will to live
I had no reason
To be happy
To get up
To go on
I was fading away
Losing myself to pain
Drowning in sorrows
Crying out in agony
Bleeding in guilt
Suffocating of loneliness
I had given up
On everything and everyone
I was going to kill myself
You changed all that
It is because of you that
I am alive and fighting my self destructive ways
Skin DeepShe is beautiful, in a ruined way. Her eyes are wide and wet, bright blue made brighter by the cherry stain of burst blood vessels. Her skin is milky white, her lips are rosy red. She is thin, like an elegant skeleton, an insectiod humanoid crawling through the narrow tunnel of passer-by's vision, uncanny and enthralling. Tangled, matted hair and a rasping, broken voice turn her into a fantasy. She was a queen, in another life, and now she is all that is lovely, thrown away, gone to waste. But this is what makes her a heroine, a shining beacon of urban myth become truth become legend, beckoning in all her glory as she stands on the corner.Skin Deep by BlueMoonTigerWolfe
Her beauty is what makes me open my car door as she smiles broken teeth at me, inviting. Her's is a world I want to know, and anticipation of the sweet taste of it makes my breath come fast as she slides carefully, carelessly onto the smooth leather of my passenger seat. With movements quick and halting, she turns to face me, dilated pupils flaring w
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