I’m Confusion of soul sounds
Memes are stolen dreams
I’m lefthanded and my scissor son
Dancing unity at the right time an agenda
I’m a minor scale ghost note memory
She is violent and burns
You stand in denial
Soul sings melodies
a phone rings mother
Same old people
Gold fish remedy
I am all by my self
Silver toilet bowl
light fish monster beam
Long nose pig
A song we all hear
Fire notes illuminate
Never created victory
A dream of neverland
Scarlet red creature with blasphemy bleeding red letters washed white as snow a blind fly in the coffin stuck eternally immortal
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@Cragger and @anon8091425
Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall
Nature in one endless manic loop
Not unlike me
Snow, thorns, heat, and the fall
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@JDM nice!! The manic Loop of nature, I like it
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I like that line
Here’s a poem I wrote while trying to get over some issues a while back.
Resources aren’t scarce and
The universe is bountiful
Demons disguised as angels said
The power flowed through me
The world came undone
Or I came undone
Now everything is a resource
And we grasp and fight over it all
I look for the source
The axis on which the world flipped
I see only myself
Prayers answered in mockery and tricks
No safeguards, no test scenario
A child with a loaded gun
I have fired a round
And torn a hole in reality
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@JDM I really like it 
Demons are Angels in a former life
Fallen
Angels are Demons yet to be
Emerging
10,000 manic angels dancing on the head of a pin
One depressed demon coiled and pinned underneath
Trapped in a Celestial Bipolar
Web
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@Pat6398 that is phenomenal. Great imagery!
Different
The trees Loom large above me
Gentle Giants, bearing Witness
To the Grief and Suffering
That I have struggled with
Everyday of My Life, it would seem
Since I was a Child
Innocent and Bleeding
And first Realized
I am Different
~ David ~
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Two people I’d never met
Had a violent fight
In my head.
I’m still cleaning up
the glass
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Roses are red,
maggots are white
violets are blue
in the glow of night
And we summon the dead
and have no fright
To see them raise
under the stars so bright
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Thanks @Cragger!
O Time, ain’t you a wonderful thing,
You give me space, as well as no room,
I run around for money, not knowing,
Tic Toc Tic, There goes my time erosion.
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@bluebutterfly NOT what I was expecting 
Great job!
Frozen forever in memories
I run my mind over and over it
My rosary beads
Memories eroding from overuse
I hardly can see their face anymore
But I feel their hands
Pressing into me
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@JDM very nice, I love it!
I love the image of the eroding rosary beads
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I love this poetry chain, and everybody Who has written in it. 
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Heaving, writhing
A human chain
The foulest stench weighing heavily
As one expels, the other consumes
There is only darkness
A centipede becomes them
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Reusing your vocabulary @Schztuna
Centipede consumes
Writhing human
Consumption becomes
human chain
heave, foul, expel
Them writhing darkness
Become Them humans
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