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Song of NumbersThe power of music is not its inherent sound but how it meshes with the beat already in usSong of Numbers
Where to stop a line an emphasis on time dancing around the boundary of our perception
It gives a taste of another world just outside and always outside our grasp
A hint or tease that isn't bitter simply, anxiously exhilarating
by *Path-to-Paradise
Register 6An endless stream of worlds found their way before Ted. Each was unique in its entirety, however there were common facets that Ted had come to recognize. An overlap, if you will, amongst the current universe in question.Register 6
Toilet paper. Milk. Soda. These were staples in the infinitely varied worlds that came to Ted on the little black treadmill every day. Every day that he worked at Super Foodmart, that is. His own mind a world unto itself, he formulated an equation with each new land presented. They were systematically summed up into neat, paper bags.
Actually, it wasn't each world that Ted dwelled on so much, but mor
by *Path-to-Paradise
The RootSometimes I wonder if poetry is the result of a tortured mind without a life to liveThe Root
then I think of poetry that sings drawn from a spring of love and comfort
and it hits me that poetry is an outflowing of emotion good or bad
a pining of heart whether it swells or bleeds dry with hope or in cry
such a misstep thinking too hard when its root is in feeling
Relating to that buried deep and we admire what blossoms forth
but in the end poems are like people &
by *Path-to-Paradise
Self SortGive me an epic Bob instead of your Aethery fluff for when something is a "must" I tend to ignore itSelf Sort
Paint with a colorfed glob make it thoughtless and rough the mental door will rust when everyone adores it
Turning like a knob instead of hooked to a cuff with an always hidden lust to keep the lure bit
by *Path-to-Paradise
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Digging DeeperTorturing myself no longer, the breaking point I have met, I do not recognize myself nor do I know where my happiness went.Digging Deeper
I've fallen to the ground the tell tale heart by my side, not quite shattered but still cracked open wide.
No one knows my shadow plays a good me, convincing even the closest around that I'm as content as can be.
Only one could possibly see the truth but he's nowhere to be found so my secrets remain hidden as I dig myself six feet underground.
Dreams,
what are those? Hope, I no lo
by *soslovinsungirl
ApocalypseShe watches the end of the worldApocalypse
the fire and dust and oil and stone
and now she dreams of rusting metal
and of the ones who wait
among the twisted ruins of buildings
that once stood like giants silhouetted skeletons of human ambition now? corpses: the result of apathy and of forgetting to fear their own mortality.
She would almost prefer it
to end with fireworks prefer a crimson sky, storms with fatal lightning tidal waves and hurricanes but none of this now, no, even the sirens have stilled simply a frustrating anticlimax
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Immediately, my mind's eye is taken to a place that I must simply visit. Without getting too technical or complex in syllable, Cas...
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She asks for a break from work and responsibility - just for a day - her work ethic and need for love shines through in the first part ...
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Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
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Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
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Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
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