First post of something out of photoshop here. *stock of female is from flickr.com | |
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there's a man with a mask he walks the earth in the shadows if you're very good you'll see the strings they hang long in the back
now, now don't get cocky girl he could mop you up with just one finger stop your life with a look don't get cocky, he's already got your number
the mask won't come off when you pull shoot him and smack his face the mask is steadfast where it lays held in place by lies, lies, lies
don't get cocky girl
turn your back and sob a little show some weakness, show some soul off it flies, the man draws his sword and honey it's been over for you for a long, long time.
stop your life with a look don't get cocky, just one finger
he won't kill you, that just ain't fun he wants you just to hurt like he do cause it happened a long time ago it's got nothin to do with you
don't get cocky girl you know what's under that mask mop you up, dear
he don't care it's not your fault and it ain't hers or hers either he just care that somebody feels the way he does underneath those lies
next time you'll turn and he'll take it off and you'll feel that cold pull at your stomach well just turn back again, you can reach out and grab it take the mask.
take it, the mask is for you. don't get cocky girl, just reach out you could mop people up too, make them feel just as bad as you | |
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Kind of a riddle, but quite literal if you know what I'm talking about here.
A third I dream A third I work A third I am Tertiary life, organized into asymmetric shapes. Three by three turns out nine. Symmetry in nonsymmetrical form It's only relevant to me. You pour from my hands, I pour from the water Three times, three years and days. Two is too long Four is far shorter than needed No, conventional symmetry you are. Overrated, it's exasperation. Three is round. Three days to go Spell 3 threee would make more sense. And one's win wanes. Five does, too. But three is stable. Tripod. Efficient and succinct. Doubles and triples. Singles. Thress is magic and brave. Third war to come; could be the end. Three corners and four sides Four corners with no sides Three sides and enough corners to hide Hide in, I hide. Three hours to hide and five left alive. Eight and three is a day. | |
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It seems upbeat at first, but it turned out kind of depressing as I continued.
Fear not, for fear exists indefinitely Fear falling and flying At least downward ends.
Upward is infinite. Indefinitely infinite, I'd Rather fall; gravity. Much more natural then Tasting clouds and stars. Five feet, seven inches down It seems merciful.
I could fall and fall And fall, fall, fall. Down, there is The Mother. She holds me, and... warm.
The Sky will break and rain And blow - It throws rocks down. Yes, down seems The wiser.
Worms makes their Labrynths Flowers hold on tight, beautiful. The dark will bear me and freedom. | |
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Kind of short and goofy but it's words are fun.
A wishing well Would wish you well, Well wish what well you will And mull and throw That coin you know the well Won't tell So, well; wish well Though well you know That wishing well won't Make well what ill befell. | |
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Note: Try to read through slowly. It's common habit to race through poetry and the meaning is usually missed that way.
At noon, the Sun is bright. In the North, he is weak and in the South, he dulls.
But right in the middle he is Strong and warm. He doesn't have to try.
She is the moon, the pale. And she is all alone; She creeps by in the night.
The stars make her shine In her gown of blue and grey. She never wonders why.
The Sun keeps turning. He's looking for her. Never quite understood. She won't try, success, and he Tries too hard; failure. it won't Occur to him to just Stop.
Sun is strong and She is smart. They share the day...
But Sun is wrong and Moon will lose heart And it all fades away.
But look up; she's grown so sad, Look up; he's far away Never together, never apart Her indifference, his enthuse Could be to blame. | |
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Part of the Death Series: Bear with me; these are in no specific order. No characters have been named or fully developed, but each piece relates to all of the others in some way. I just haven't yet figured that way out. Title: Wolfhounds.Prompt #5 for your_verses: Let me show you what I’m made of. Good intentions are not enough. ( What is Enough? ) | |
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Part of the Death Series: Bear with me; these are in no specific order. No characters have been named or fully developed, but each piece relates to all of the others in some way. I just haven't yet figured that way out. Title: Death is a Choice.Prompt #4 for your_verses: Can't take a good day without a bad one. ( Choose Wisely. ) | |
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