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NegligenceI am a faggot
I'm unacceptable to the Peers, who never let me be
Hallowed be my name by their psuedoroyal decree
I am not as I'm told, only like me
A schizoid prisoner-victim
In a prison that is free
In here I'm bound by chains made by the words of the Peers
And I often wonder: Where did the words come from? How can they live such empty lives? How can they have no heart to speak from
nor the free will to acquire one? Not even a mouth with which to ask why?
Social status is an essential nutrient I've lacked all my life
Resulting in this disease known as faggotry
There is no cure, no rest, no light
No escape from this conviction as I am lost in this mirage formed by the repetition of synthetic repetition
Every night I dream of logic and harmony
(symptoms of my disease)
Every day they say to me that the way to live is as the silent scream in the throat of a collective dream
of a place where every kindheart bleeds and every blackperverted heart

DiscordThe bringers of light take their stand in the dark
While the light turns grey
In the wake of Discord
The sky turns inside out
The shadows shine bright and become a myriad presence
By the hands of Discord
Liquids explode
Light fades into dust
Animals dance madly
Such is the reign of Discord
Will is now but a dream that died in vain
Hope is now is a light given off by fiends
Made so by Discord
Euphoria becomes confused
Beliefs disbelieve
Jailers are now felons
Madness fills the wishing well
To the delight of Discord
Sleep becomes a narcotic
The heart transfigures into a door to a ruinous void
Designed by Discord
And if you so happen
To have friends in your life
Turn to him with them and face him with all your might
For all is not lost
Merely chaotic

The Essence of Love

The little girl noticed the little boy with the cute dimple glancing her way. She quickly looked away, not wanting to give him the time of day. Still, she couldn't resist the urge to look again. There he was, smiling and waving, as if he'd known her for the entire 10 years that she'd been alive on planet earth! So, throwing caution to the wind, she walked across the playground toward him, at a rather leisurely pace, of course. When she got to where he was standing he stopped smiling, looked into her beautiful brown eyes and simply said: "I love you." Her face got as red as a tomato and she ran into the school gym as fast as she could and

Fleur

J'aimerai tant être une fleur,
pour être regardée, admirée

Etre différentes des autres
Tout en étant identiques à elles

Mais je ne suis qu'un chardon
Alors j'attends que mon heure vienne

En regardant les belles

En espérant une autre vie
Une vie de fleur

Ce sera peut-être pour la prochaine fois...

i loved you like i love the whalesyou flooded the streets with your crocodile tears
humming an upbeat requiem for the dying man;
the very last match you ever lit.
at best, the irony is poisonous.
____________________________________
but the world goes on.
it doesn’t stop for deceit and treachery,
not when there are fireflies to be hung
by their wings, shedding dream-dust
to light up the sky.

an abundance of lonelinessi remember Tate.
her hands were always dirty
soiled from hours spent in the garden
behind her house,
even though it was never really a garden;
it was more like a forest,
wild and untamed, that had settled there.
like she had called it.
we spent mornings on the porch
swing-set, me kicking rocks and her
smoking Marlboro cigarettes while telling stories
about the creatures

Six Word Stories - Life, LoveNatural
The rainbow dripped colours of happiness

Loss
The newspaper read, folded away, gone

Leaving
The suitcase packed to the brim

Left
Her hair tore out in bits

Sunlight
Dances slowly across the spiders web

Depression
Nowhere to go, a lonely road

Scare
Cold snow, dry ice, black curve

The Internet
Love, Happiness, Sorrow, Peace, Education, Change

The Camping Man
He had never seen the internet

On her death
He reached for a strand hair

True Love
Sign a death certificate for two

Love
My head is on backwards, happily

Love songs
Sound sweet -- to those in love

Lost love Songs
My heart bleeds, turn it off

Your leaving
Sent shivers d

serafimyou in your deep-rooted worship
fingers laced together with eyes closed,
bloodied wings uplifted towards the heavens
and a soul made of the hottest embers

the spark within you
will burn the world to ashes
and renew it
in the will of your God.

Pathway to HellFreshly torn skin,
Hangs from the limbs of
Bare trees.
Still dripping black blood
Of the innocent.

Billions of heads
Lined down my pathway.
I look to see if they are watching,
But in replace of the eyes
Are just empty sockets.

At the end of my path
Lies a throne
Made of countless human bones.
I sit and wait patiently,
In my royal chair.

The bones come alive,
As a set of hands
Rips open my chest,
And steals my heart.
It dissects me, just like the others.

This is it.
I’ve made it to hell.

Page 1 Could The AntiChrist BPage 1

Could The AntiChrist Be A Nephilim?

The subject of the Nephilim is very interesting to say the least. I have a big hunch the Anti Christ will be a Nephilim.In the King James Version, Daniel 2:43 reads, “And whereas thou sawest iron mixed with miry clay, they shall mingle themselves with the seed of men: but they shall not cleave one to another, even as iron is not mixed with clay.”

Miry clay apparently refers to pottery made of the recycled shards or broken pieces of different kinds of pottery ground into dust again and mixed with water to make a clay like substance. It was very brittle and easily broken apart. In Nebuch

FamilyI’m waiting at the gates
As everything fades
On this rainy day
I keep trying to keep my head held high
The feeling within me won’t go away
Wondering if you will show up
Pretending things are okay
I put on a big grin
But the disappointment returns as the night turns grey like now

I tried to yell out to you
Fighting the tears so you wouldn’t see my pain
But, it is vain
Because they escape my eyes
And I scream out as I cry

Did you see me waiting by the train all alone?
I spend everyday waiting for you
Without an umbrella so the world will hide my cry
I begged you to come back to me
I’m waiting for some crazy fantasy
To

Ca la inceput

Hai să ne împreunăm degetele
La apus
când cerul se îneacă cu iubire și scuipă afară
cât să ne țină și nouă sufletele
Laolaltă.

Hai să ne pieptănăm furia cu unghiile
Aici
nu există mori de vânt cu care să ne batem
și nici oameni pe care să îi blestemăm în locul nostru
nu sunt nici pietre cu care ai putea să arunci după mine
nu, nu arunca din cuvinte,
mă vor durea mai tare decât ai încerca să-mi smulgi din carne păcatele
ca și cum mi-ai mușca din suflet și l-ai scuipa

MonsterNo body undertstands,
Understands that I can't help who I am,
I can't help that I drink blood,
That I eat flesh,
No body wants to be near me,
For fear that I may eat them,
For I am a Monster.

I wish there was somebody,
Somebody that would help me,
Care for me,
And would stay by my side forever,
But this will never come true,
For god has given me a gift,
A gift and a curse.

No body wants someone like me,
For I can't control the beast,
The beast inside me,
That taunts me,
That wants me to kill,
That wants me to murder.

But as I try to make it go away,
It comes back full force,
Growling and needing,
Wanting the smooth red life liquid,
down m

Esha Chp. 1 EscapeI looked back on more time to see if he was following me. Sure enough, there was the man with the with the leather jacket, asking a girl something and holding up a photo. Zack was catching up. To actually think I liked him, to think he'd gotten so close to us, to think that my sister's boyfriend would be tracking me down in England. Everything went wrong that night, the sound of the bullet penetrating skin still rung in my head. I glanced down at my arm with wrapping around it. Now that my sister was gone because of him, I planned to kill him… one day. Today was not that day. I pushed my way farther and deeper into the crowd until I finally s

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to there
for eternity.
This constant distance constricts me and transcends me
as I travel through my dreams.
I see myself in shattered mirrors; a million shards of unfading hope crying for resolve.
And then I turn to see myself now, staring into the abyss, as if waiting for some kind of madness.
As present moves to past, the abyss becomes a door,
through which I move into the future.
My dreams suddenly, gradually crossfade into ever-vivid reality.
I travel further.
The events following resemble deja-vu, and perchance such is so of some lost prophetic vision;
change, like a thief in the night, from mere shards to to being they once were,
like a forgotten best friend.

OuroborosOuroboros am I
who eats his tail and watches it bleed
day after day, as if in a temporal prison of his own device.
I stand at the threshold of eternity,
and if I were so inclined I would seize it and wield it unfalteringly,
and become at peace.
But my eyes are clouded by the illusion of time's ashes blown away,
leaving me but to eat my tail further
and watch it bleed again.
I am a martyr of chaos,
a sleepless dreamer,
a hero unborn.
I am Ouroboros.

Songbird CageFree men entrapped in a cage gilded by faith alone
sing their despairing song,
which sings of a hope close to their heart and
yet so far away,
and echoes the inevitable,
for which they wait and hope for so strongly.
The gaoler, too, is a prisoner to melancholy,
wilting his heart
and burning his mind with a whisper of freedom;
which falls on deaf ears for one so queer
as to be blind to happiness.
And so the caged song sings
"Let the gaoler be free!"
and goes unsung by the gaoler's lies,
like all others an inner death of its speaker
or a cure for his blindness perchance,
but inevitably consequential.

Metropolis, Citadel of DreamAwakening is a blindness through which wisdom can see;

dreaming is the solvent that brings it into being.
This dreaming is becoming of the meek,
whom are beckoned by it.
Life, love, death, and time: these visions of the meek
Are the construction of Metropolis, the citadel of dream.
Its stance is erect as it reaches for the light with cloudless breath;
the light of the ever-giving night which it harbors.
The flora of the heart is growing in its gardens,
which whispers poetry to the sprite hiding behind your eyes.
There is a silence in the streets cracking at the seems
waiting for the song of a songbird freed.
Perchance it would be freed by that sprite never seen,
and sing thus a song of harmony in spring:
"The temptress of murder is a martyr of nightmare
whom might dwell in shadow but is scarcely found,
if you see her be aware and unafraid
for she will pass like a ripple in a pond,
perhaps without a word."
And if this song t'were heard,
all betwixt heaven an

Another WorldThere lies an oasis in the desert of time,
which manifests as a rainforest of strangers and creatures.
This is a theater of untold depths which screens the cosmos itself,
wherein a vigil lies at which people pray every day for revolution.
Gay horses may be crowned as kings of fantasy lands here;
lands vastly perverted yet beautiful as the heavens.
This is another world altogether, beyond the sleepless wall of dreams,
where a faceless dark white man hides in the trees.
In here:
the natural order is maintained by chaos and sacrilege,
there are squids who swim with schizoid maidens in the deepest regions of the moonlight,
and every face is a hallucinogenic masquerade.
I have seen firsthand the creatures that dwell in here:
the smiling killer with the eyes of abyssal fire,
the man who scoffs laughingly on his soapbox at the strangers who envelop him,
the great collective of Clover, flawlessly lawless in their garden whose flora is nightmares of mass repulsion,
the stand-up prophe

The Poet of LogicOther poets write from their heart,
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Those who can read it are rare and seldom found,
leaving her well-organized verses to be a perpetual charade;
a charade that teaches her what logic has yet known,
so that perchance she might see what her poetry could sow
if only it were read.

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The Alicorn

by ~DoctorNarpasLoveless, Jan 30, 2013, 5:24:01 PM
Literature / Poetry / Narrative / Free Verse

A celestial presence hangs upon the whispering winds, unsung by the prosaic fates,

pertaining to a vigil of majesty told of in transcendent scriptures. Whereupon this occurrence,

tales of dissent fall on deaf ears in the midst of these echoes of future yore,

echoes of the flutter of the wings of memory carrying a single clover of fortune.

And thus the Alicorn shall speak, with a voice know by that memory, and bring our peace,

to be the kindle of a spirit in our hearts, the same as was borne in our journey to this place

where the whispering winds blow. And this journey shall continue as we spread the wings

of memory, a transmutation of the stillness of time into our grace upon this land.

The Alicornby ~DoctorNarpasLoveless

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~Whisperer-of-Winds Feb 20, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

And here I thought I heard a whisper in the wind
betelling of grace that shall now know no end.

*MementoTwilight Jan 31, 2013 Hobbyist Digital Artist

Did you make this because of alicorn Twilight?

~DoctorNarpasLoveless Jan 31, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

It's about alicorn Twilight, yes.

*MementoTwilight Jan 31, 2013 Hobbyist Digital Artist

I had figured. I dunno why everyone is being so butthurt. People need to calm down and give her a chance.

~DoctorNarpasLoveless Feb 1, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

As I'm sure you can see, I'm quite enthusiastic about it.

*MementoTwilight Feb 1, 2013 Hobbyist Digital Artist

As am I.

~ImperfectPariah Jan 30, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

This is a lovely piece, it's hard to find great writers in the fandom, as great as their art is.

~DoctorNarpasLoveless Jan 31, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you.

~ImperfectPariah Feb 1, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Not a problem

Thanks for the llama!

~DoctorNarpasLoveless Feb 1, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

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