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Poetry:


Barrows of rings and stands of things
Clutter the streets of my mind
Yelling to stop and stay
And listen to the day

Walking past they all confuse me
Walking back they all welcome me
Walking on they all regret me
Walking still they all forget me

Perched seagulls seem to stare
as the rain falls into the field
Even if none gets in my hair
I think it isn't me

Lying cases of candy sneer
At the bar across the pond
The drunkards get full up of beer
And yell at the workers for carrying on

And at the end of the long day
No one remembers the few
the ones that graced their
befuddled minds with their presence
and tried in vain to change the world...

by: styxman



Hearts full of love or hearts full of hate.
It doesn't matter to me, cuz it all sounds the same.
Running in circles, turning dreams into reality.
I've lost all hope, mixing all I have in me.

Falling fast alseep, worries drifting far away.
I'm swimming in my thoughts, searching for answers anyway.
Bits and pieces of puzzles falling to the ground.
I fall to the floor and I make not a sound.

What's wrong with me? It's official, i have lost my mind.
Awwww who cares. I'm not keeping track of time.

by: punkpixie 6



The Stars

You can almost touch them
In your dreams
But can never grasp their light
They light up the sky with a luminescent glow
Everyone sees them in their life
They'll still be there
Even when you're not.

by: angel monkey girl



How many hogsheads to jump through?
How many leaves to burn under a glass?
How long until the meteors break into
The world and release it from its agony of pain?

Broken dishes and flying sitars
Waltzing streams of dying voids
Shine through the cracks of time
Landing in the realm of time and space without fanfare.

Ignorant bumper cars listen to the cats
Flying through the colors of your dreams
Without you, it is nothing but cables
running through the drywall of existance and burning.

by: styxman



I bleed for this dream,
This hopeless illusion.

This wonder, this beauty,
This perpetual fantasy.

No realisation, no understanding,
Nothing there to lean on,
No one to hold this hand, extends.

Like a familiar smell,
A song in your heart,
The beat of a drum,
The pain in this heart.

It could be so perfect,
It could feel so right,
A Kingdom, just Yours and Mine.

by: near dark



Art:


Untitled by punkpixie 6



Aiijaxx by punkpixie 6