More Haikumystery surrounds us, like cigarette smoke intertwined waftingMore Haiku
twilight; death at dawn moondancing chanting new birth suspicious vultures
Some HaikuDeserted playgrounds Laments of an empty swing Vanishing raindropsSome Haiku
Tennessee's brown gold Embodiment of reason Nectar of the gods
A murder of crows Clouding spirits of sailors Like a long black veil
Delusional We're bookshelves on a galleon Waiting for the storm
Think creatively Subscribe to ambiguity Oedipal climax
KommyThe Observer _pt_II_I walk past you, no more than a fleeting presence...invisible, but not quite. Just the enough amount of being noticed to be merely glanced over, dismissed; easily forgotten.The Observer _pt_II_
The seething hatred burns my flesh, all the plastic making it unbearable for me to think. The clichees make a rather becoming mask for what lies dormant inside. Sickly sweet, so delicious that it is intoxicating but none of you see the power held within such falsehoods. It is wry, and dangerous how you seem to exist in perfect harmony.
Wrapped in a camoflauge of attire, I exist but only unto myself. Seeping my will from the feigned silence of t
The Other Facet of MorpheusWeaving, spinning, dreaming molten threads come together fissures are crossed, crevices brimming with thoughts boundlessThe Other Facet of Morpheus
words wildly wither away and make way for ideas of a tame nature, they grit their teeth
strings sing sweetly and tighten about the captives lost in a reverie betwixt the conscious
fighting the reality that incarcerates them they try and break free, but the silver binds them
the sweet musings of insanity beckons and they harken to it drawn within, puppets on strings of molten bra
-E-x-o-s-k-e-l-e-t-o-n-From the crevices they leer, and seep into the circle that keeps me safe.-E-x-o-s-k-e-l-e-t-o-n-
Drawn with powdery chalk it surrounds my corporeal form from any harm,
and yet they brush by the dust and make their way inside.
Paralyzed; fear knows no boundaries as the darkness settles in.
They come from all over, linking within themselves, entwining together.
They cage me inside, and form a hard exterior trapping the softer side within.
Overlapping in layers, they leave me no room to breathe but instead &n
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All I need is a piece of paper
and something to write with, and then
I can turn the world upside down.
- Nietzche
Everything you can imagine is real. -Pablo Picasso
Firstly I welcome you to DEVIANTdom.
Then, I'd like to suggest you be as devious as you wish on here.
;]
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All I need is a piece of paper
and something to write with, and then
I can turn the world upside down.
- Nietzche
Everything you can imagine is real. -Pablo Picasso
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