Tag: poetic release
member name: Wade A.
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November 15, 2007 12:05 AM EST --
This merciless medium beckons me,
Waking me from my peaceful slumber.
Make liquid your soul in throes of rhetoric,
Shine your light so that others may see.
It demands.
My mind scurries to avoid . . .
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April 08, 2008 05:55 AM EDT --
Melancholy nights lit by candlelight
I sat with Edgar in silent repose
Brandy flowed freely as we sat
And discussed the finer points of
Poetry and prose
Edgar sat morosely and listened with . . .
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February 09, 2009 01:09 AM EST --
I've died on paper so many times,
I don't know if I truly exist
I lost myself, somewhere, out there,
upon the seratonin . . .
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March 06, 2009 09:34 PM EST --
I am evil by design; fell by the wayside of life,
a living highway toad. Beware the hard road,
there's . . .
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February 17, 2009 12:42 PM EST --
Uninspired, lacking fire and passion in my forlorn haze,
sullen and despondent in a cumbersome daze.
I feel so alone, condemned to solitary tedium,
abandoned in this head . . .
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November 24, 2008 10:54 AM EST --
Truth and trepidation trapdoor,
Liberated thoughts spill liquid and livid,
Onto naked floor.
Human stains . . .
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November 28, 2008 09:58 PM EST --
Dirty car lies and a shotgun smell,
This is where the blues band plays your tune.
I wasn’t coming to see you but they altered . . .
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December 05, 2008 08:51 PM EST --
Poised in sleep like a dark angel, skin of alabaster on fire,
Emanating tranquility and beauty from which I cannot turn away.
My mind alight with adulation, yearning to please all that you . . .
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October 23, 2009 09:22 PM EDT --
Gossamer Wings
Praying to write another word, praying I don’t write any less.
There’s a confession due, heartbeats stain true
Sounds contraire but I must . . .
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June 24, 2008 10:04 PM EDT --
Heroin is not chic.
It is not pretty... I miss you Sarah.
A maiden's beauty shall be realized
on the faithfulness captured,
encapsulated and born,
from her awakening. . . .
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January 02, 2008 09:15 PM EST --
You are the one
The scourge of the earth
Who has no wherewithal to be real
Who takes revenge on those you envy
You see, you are the greedy green
The ugliest of the oldest machine
Never will you . . .
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March 12, 2008 08:11 AM EDT --
The poet bleeds his life onto the paper
Exasperated by his racing thoughts,
The expressed words are his savior,
From the demons he has always fought
Reclusive by choice his passage is alone . . .
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April 03, 2008 01:43 AM EDT --
A fellow down our street
Took off his real face
Told us who we really are
He killed his whole family
Then drove off so merrily
In his beat-up no good car
Well it hasn't been too long . . .
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April 10, 2008 07:37 AM EDT --
Breaking the old to obtain the new,
Boxed in and helpless, deranged by the lie
A cacophony head determined for a better view,
Led me to this place of deprecation and fire
Shattered dreams and . . .
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November 12, 2008 02:36 PM EST --
Alone in my tomb, I ponder.
I’m an open book, but they cannot read,
An open dialogue, just misunderstood.
What does . . .
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April 02, 2008 06:27 AM EDT --
Touch down earth and float up again,
Hoping this dance will never end
Currency flows through my veins
Numb to the world I refute my hopeless soul,
Wracked with pain and mired in agony
We come . . .
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November 13, 2008 08:33 PM EST --
"Hold the hand the guides your fate
but don't let it lead you on"
In my disenchantment, substantiated by lack of reason,
I beckon towards a newfound . . .
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February 04, 2008 10:24 AM EST --
You lie in piss as all sleeping dogs must lie
Abhorrent abomination of individual, thoughts of you burn my skin like lye
Spouting defecating ideals from your garbage bag of interpretations
You chose . . .
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July 21, 2008 10:12 AM EDT --
I originally submitted this in November 2007 and only had one reader (Thank you Heather). Since I've been on here for a while now, I thought maybe it would get a little more recognition than . . .
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January 06, 2008 11:34 PM EST --
Dancing on the fringe of a midnight transition
Enshrouded in the milk white mist of morning
You are my undoing seeking to understand
While I lay dying
Moving to the pulse of the big machine
Reconstructing . . .
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