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Forlorn PhantomsTheir eyes are hollowForlorn Phantoms by LUCKy-LoTi
Going dark with the morning rise of a bloody sun
Hell found its way into the depths and crevices of inner beauty
Golden illumination reflects off of the charcoal apparition and life itself dissipates
Echoes of madness and insomnia have harmonized their sweet sounds
The cries of the living are stained into the hearts of those
With ice veins
Such shadows follow their chained path into forever
Ever since the death tree,
Lust filled crows watch those shrivel away into the roots of pain
The black soil is home to those in the forest of a thousand tears
And they spend eternity convulsing to dark music with all else dropping to their knees
The grand decay has emerged
No comfort comes
For the sequence of life does not continue
Not only somber fields of stone contain haunted cries
They are forever trapped at a hidden statue
With fevers of wilted wallows
But no time in forever will compete with the body that is buried alone
Soft cement bares down on the lungs and crushes the
... be my blood ...... be my blood ...... be my blood ... by Amanda-Graham
how does someone trick you into anything? the trickery is always in the "look over here"; you already knew to look elsewhere ...
he bought his magic from a comic book
you bought it hook line and sinker
i'm sorry to tell you he was a fakir
you should have looked
you're the one who'll end
being pulled out of his hat
or crushed in a wire basket
beneath his coat
the gentleman's top hat
is a warm dark place
until it's collapsed
and put away
you were just a practice
towards his perfecting
if you've seen one wand
you've seen them all
they work the same
play the bunny
play the hare
you're just another
after show meal
you were just another distraction
another "Look over there."
He is an Illusionist
not a magician
A slight of hand
a trick of your "I"
You were just a face card
hidden up his sleeve.
.a read..a read..a read. by Amanda-Graham
this pile of shite
stuck together bits of vids
others words whole or paraphrased
my newsprint cut out characters
a faux abduction kidnapper note
my slow motion suicide message
I could fall in love with you, so of course, I did.
It is the sense of noise, as present in the hushed hallways of an oathed monastery or silence-sworn nunnery, that impending state of awaiting air’s vibration. Hotels of despair contain it, their padded floors and quiet snick latch rubber dampened doors; the hotels not yet occupied by destitute government sponsored derelicts or women with families under protection. That waiting for arrival of vibration silence, held breathes in stalking killer closets. Last gasp
A New Day YarningThere was this Angst on the street today,A New Day Yarning by Redsterfish
anybody hoping for stableness.
You can be sure it didn´t last that long,
in fact everybody saw that Rumpelstiltskin in the car.
Was it sad, or was it only afraid about sth.?
We don´t know, all we can do is persume.
What is it, that our Stilskin knows so well?
Or is it only trying to make money out of nothing?
Simply a face mask would make it easy though.
But there is more, always more and more.
A pretty little duckgurly that is again cursed,
by a sturdy hunchback hurdy gurdy, believe me!
A project that went terribly wrong,
a dumb priest doing what it wasn´t supposed to.
They decided to make sweet Rumpel an armour,
that would make it invincible forever!
Instead 'oh terror' that wooden demon mask
appeared and didn´t turn away from that lovely girls sight.
Her parents cried seven days and nights,
'we now only want the old face for our daughter back.'
The grudge was too strong and Duckstilt
was condemned to wear the terrible viz
All You Want Is To BreatheShe´s a government man, telling you a story about resettlement.All You Want Is To Breathe by Redsterfish
Wasting away all of your useless things, you built with your own hands.
There was the right to put up the umbrella, to save the plebs.
Though they are only waiting for their time, to getting used
as a victim for the unspeakable, words and words to tell.
Silence as thick as jelly, not to be cut by the sharpest knife.
Bouncing on a cure roast pork in aspic, you just can´t stop.
What makes you think, this is the real stuff?
Who could cure you forever?
Amalgamated A depressed hatter, nothing newAmalgamated by Redsterfish
desperately in his shop,
waiting for costumers buying worn out
will not appear ever.
A polititian always thinking big
not of the mad man
for we need a future and jobs
even more sickness on the way.
A promoter crashing the car
several times a day
buggers the audience
and counts his money.
Two crabs roasting in the sun
melt on each other
surreal art was the cause
they fell into a cruzible.
It just looked like joga
a single monkess does
not one could tell
it´s only her, but it is.
Complete brown eyes, dark
made of driftwood
a gone wrong teleportation
of the souls.
The fanbase at the stands
was just watching it happening
maybe scared, shocked
sitting astounded and crippled.
Cold, slippery, algae overgrown stones
they had to walk on for felt hours
the stick on the stones
unreachable down underwater.
Muddy chains of cheap promises
embraced our true lovers
they seemed to be captured
and lost but
It appeared nature didn´t redeem
all those lies, and ner