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NightfallWelcome, tortured soul. Here, are your ceremonies of loneliness and feasts of despair not needed. Here, the cool and still night shall thee embrace, Here, the first fruits of comfort shall you taste. And so, worry not, but welcome thought, of enveloping serenity in entirety. Lost years and unrelenting fears are no need for torment now. Close your eyes, lonesome wraith. Have faith, for you are safe in this place. Aberrations, seditions, betrayals, and suspicions cannot have their way with you now, for you are safe in this place. Here shall you findNightfall
by ~bergsdiktare
Alonethere's nothing quite like that moment when the day is through and everyone is in bed, safe, warm, when everyone has nestled down with their comforting thoughts, when everyone is caressed by their acquiantances, friends, odds and ends, when the planets cease for sleep and the world has painted itself in the black of night when only you remain with the stars, when you strive to be with them, to have them near you, you would do anything for that, but they are further away than anything else, and you are left alone, with no one but the cold wind to talk with, witAlone
by ~bergsdiktare
Downfall EtudeThe swaying of the grass called back memories of a better time, past already, yearning to be relived. The sun, normally unrelenting and remorseless, payed its respects silently behind a lofty curtain of silver-tinged clouds, tense and terse with breathholding.Downfall Etude
He lay there in the field, in the field noiseless and still. His eyes, watered with rain melted from hatred's ices, stared into the foreboding sky which seemed to crush him and yet produce vast infinity all at once.
His retribution he has sought for ages;
by ~bergsdiktare
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10 moments of silence10 moments of silence
[Ten moments of silence.]
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I fell in love with the full, fluffy heaps of white on sidewalks, the icicles that clung to gutters and railings.
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My mountains changed; They’re blue and ridged now. The summers bleed the pavement like steaming gray socks.
Shade does not offer solace from moist, viscous air. In the afternoons, if luck chances by, the humidity lofts into thick purple clouds and rain slaps hot pavement.
I can breathe.
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by ~SpokenAubade
your poetry is horriblei am irrepressible teenage angst. here is my bitchy poem. whine. moan. woe is me. (insert typo here) i can use drastic S P A C I N G to make my point (insert computer shorthand here) my girlfriend just dumped me. whine. perhaps i canyour poetry is horrible
write at length about s u i c i d e (insert trite phrase about loneliness) because i am ohsotouchy
sob.
so, to all you
heartbroken struggling adolescents out there shut the fuck
up
your poetry is horrible. &nbs
by !gustoboy
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