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Emerald EyesEmerald EyesEmerald Eyes by ~TheMysteriousPoet
Across the ballroom, there was a pair of
Softly, they glimmered and danced in the dim lights.
These beauties, they mystified him.
Who owned such eyes?
He would find out at once.
Swiftly, the man strode across
At last, he reached the maiden.
Her locks a golden blonde; touched by God.
With a true body of temptation, she was
elegantly displayed in a black dress.
The man bowed to her, and she curtsied.
"Sir, why are you bowing?"
Oh. Well, I wa-." She's gone.
He looked at the space before
The emerald eyed beauty, gone.
His eyes went back to his servant.
Rational or IrrationalRational or IrrationalRational or Irrational by ~TheMysteriousPoet
When I have my sanity;
where does the insanity go?
Sure, 'tis only for a little while,
but I wish to know where.
Where does it all go?
Your insanity, Is my sanity
And your sanity, My insanity
To live a life of normality
Would be the death of me
Or drive me to inhumanity
Ah, yes, now I can recall!
'Tis a cycle within our Paradox;
we cannot be sane.
One has to fuel the other's sanity,
and energize the other's insanity.
Just as the earth rotates on its axis
So do our views on the mind
Is sanity, insanity?
Is insanity, sanity?
The ring of theories muddles the psyche
Will we ever find out?
The true question is:
Who will die first; because
the quick change of sanity to insanity
truly drives a person crazy.
My sanity is bliss
Your sanity pain
My sanity is compos
Your sanity is hysteria
So choose your insanity
One will enjoy their insanity,
or is it their sanity?
Either way, the other is feeling pain,
as they get to feel normality.
Or is it inhumanity?
So embrace your "i
they hang in the airlike hummingbirds that don't know where to go,they hang in the air by ~zembelle
that can't quite find the nectar
and even if they do, it'll be out of
like drops of rain that find their target drenched,
holding careful palms aloft
to catch the tears, I mean the
like half-smoked cigarettes tossed from the car,
from the driver's seat window
down, down, down to the ground, still
AphroditeFrom the very moment my eyes beheld thee -Aphrodite by `jade-pandora
Full adorned, head to toe, with shells shimmering -
Was when the sun and I first rose from the sea
And yet, apparition of time glimmering,
You stepped in the surf and came naked to me;
I, who's darkly ephemeral murmuring
Would by exposure thus mockingly decree,
But it was you became my Aphrodite.
passion is a sinA faith-healerpassion is a sin by *tubefed
A bastard child--no father, no son, no holy spirit
No virgin mother
just passion as a god
lets the writers get it wrong
A Stranger'I would promise you until always ends, but I want to live forever.'A Stranger by ~poetic-headache
dripped off his thin lips.
something like saliva
and coughed-up calligraphy.
dancing to the surface:
a parody of laughter--
pallid and festering.
'you're a stranger, so why should i care.'
'you'll vanish today,'
to sticks of flesh and bone.
'not for the first time, i hear--or the last.'
a harsh white sky.
spume and spray
like a too-taunt sheet.
longing for dreams.
pulling me down.
shining and smooth:
like the last moments
of falling asleep.
'i want you to stay a stranger.'
PleaseI'm bashing on your doorPlease by ~HystericalNapoleon
The lights are on
I know you're in there
Why won't you open up to me?
Please, I just want to help
I know it's cold outside
You're worried that if you come out
You'll get frostbite
But I'm there to loan you my coat
So please, I just want to help
You've been hurt to many times
You're hiding in your fortress of cynicism and sarcasm
But I can see you through the window
I can see the real you
Please, I won't judge for being who you really are
InsomniaDrip. Drip.Insomnia by =XXAnemia
Taps left not quite turned off in the distance, the faint hum of a computer, the gentle ticking of a clock.
I stare straight ahead without blinking.
You exhale, plumes of thick smoke filling the room and clogging my throat like petrol.
"Coffee?" You grunt, pushing the mug into my hand.
It's all routine. Same thing, every night. Never asleep, but never quite awake...
I take a sip and it burns my tongue.
And we wait.
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The gallery has now been divided into Folders, please make sure that you do submit your work to the right folder of where it should belong to.
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