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~DieGotterdammerung
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Today is a BagelToday is a bagel:Today is a Bagel
It is chicken and cheese And tomato, and stained paper.
Wrapped, enfolded like a child Growing in it's mother's womb: Warm. Like Kronos, I long to consume it. A prize not yet won.
I hunger through this day.
I see, sweet bagel of mine,
the man at the counter, Piro,
but dark haired. I see Early morning sunlight, Feel chill, Fremantle air, smell ocean and coffee. I feel, as mum harasses Piro, My eyes roll behind the shade of my sunglasses.
Piro isn't to blame: Piro work's at the counter. I feel embarassment in my b
by ~DieGotterdammerung
Sin, first draftMy mother smells of sin today.Sin, first draft
The gentle reek won't go away.
I turn my face and try to hide But mother screams that she's a bride.
I look upon my lifeless soul And other things which are the toll. But yet i musn't be afraid; It is the wage of sin full paid.
The world, i know, is very kind To those who are alike in mind And yet, despite this simple goal, I do not want to live at all
by ~DieGotterdammerung
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notesPulse, screams All that’s left is meaningless,notes
dreams Pain, pain
Go away to whence you came
Pain, pain
Get away
I’ve had enough of you Heart ache And mad sick rage fits
Of hopeless games I’m tired and I’m weary these colours are crying for me rather dreary And all I want, Is for the nothingness to return then
there will be no disgrace Of seeing my torn face
Flutter; Uncertain, and abandoned What’s
by ~kirsche--electricity
this is a poem called loveclouds, like the soft crème yolk, the very shellthis is a poem called love
makes me mutter, beneath my breath
oh hell.
Never did see, curved so light
what you have to say for me Constellations, miraculous bits of starflesh and Beneath, under which I start to lose my breath
And I do wonder, What your tongue looks like.
by ~kirsche--electricity
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Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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