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theperplexedpoet · a day ago
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a river of blood - a new poem
you promised a dream but delivered a flood we woke with a scream to a river of blood welcome to the land where crimson is spilled trigger happy hands just weren't meant to build designed for chaos where hate sets the mold debts we can't pay off have cost us our soul each day a new piece ceded to the flame the currents increase flowing unrestrained you promised a dream but delivered a flood we woke with a scream to a river of blood yes, this is the land of crimson crosses with blood on our hands we mark the losses in books of the damned like lessons were learnt but here as things stand we see that they weren't for new lines get drawn we tally the dead knowing this is wrong still that can't be said you promised a dream but delivered a flood we woke with a scream to a river of blood for here in the land of crimson sunsets you die at the hands those sworn to protect just business' costs for capital's sea acceptable loss who even are we wood for their fires ceded to the flame for the empire in Jesus' name you promised a dream but delivered a flood we woke with a scream to a river of blood yes, this is the land of crimson sealed fates trigger happy hands don't deescalate they go for the throat the jugular vein so justice invokes the color of pain each day a new piece each day a new name one we must release ceded to the flame you promised a dream but delivered a flood we woke with a scream to a river of blood welcome to the land where crimson is spilled the powers are manned the people are killed these books of the damned its pages are filled trigger happy hands this is what they yield as new lines get drawn we tally the dead hope for justice gone a figment we shed you promised a dream but delivered a flood we woke with a scream in a river of blood (4/14/21)
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theperplexedpoet · 3 days ago
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a spirit divided (the saint and the sinner) - a new poem
the saint and the sinner two sides of one coin both fail to deliver when asked to rejoin their roles reconsidered as dawn breaks the day the saint or the sinner which one shall he play the saint and the sinner two worlds far apart where neither's the winner acting with no heart just constant beginners with nowhere to start the saint or the sinner as each stay the part a spirit divided set against itself with discord invited it cannot be helped the saint and the sinner two halves never whole the poet lays splintered as each break takes toll for each they deliver hits right at the heart and each is a killer yes, each cut an art a spirit divided set against itself destruction incited no picture of health the saint and the sinner two sides waging war they never considered that there could be more (4/12/21)
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theperplexedpoet · 3 days ago
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dreaming in color living black & white each line a cover an absence of light there goes another this ongoing fight dreams, they're in color life lived, black & white (4/12/21)
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theperplexedpoet · 7 days ago
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the collective (the pawn wandered aimless) - a new poem
the collective it gathers here in the power of words they come to share what matters here where they can all be heard as all the blocks get shattered so the dream it gets preserved the collective it gathers here in the power of words so the pawn wandered aimless through this web, widely woven pain and pen set to frame this scars borne out in the open but he knew there must be more than this cold path tread alone magic he had touched before and that he had once called home but that was before the storm broke what will he had within when it then became his norm to retreat into his pen from there he heard a choir singing a familiar verse then he approached the risers just as he had once rehearsed the collective it gathers here in the power of words they come to share what matters here where they can all be heard as all the blocks get shattered so the dream it gets preserved the collective it gathers here in the power of words so the pawn wandered aimless through this web, widely woven pretended he was blameless as each retreat was chosen still he knew there must be more when he heard the chorus sing magic he had touched before when his voice had little ring back long before the storm clouds gathered intent to break him too cold to ever warm crowds with sentiments forsaken and so he turned defeated from the guild's gilded tower here, ever the retreated no hero's quest or power the collective it gathers here in the power of words they come to share what matters here where they can all be heard as all the blocks get shattered so the dream it gets preserved the collective it gathers here in the power of words as the pawn wandered aimless through this web, widely woven for a chance to re-frame this knew he must remain open for he knew that there was more and it was empowering magic he had touched before that kept him from cowering that he had too long ignored in these waves of suffering so he sang again once more with the choir's offering he stepped up on the risers just as he had once rehearsed new counsel, new advisors and that old familiar verse the collective it gathers here in the power of words they come to share what matters here where they can all be heard as all the blocks get shattered so the dream it gets preserved the collective it gathers here in the power of words here the pawn found direction through this web, widely woven in flames of resurrection where a new fate was chosen (4/8/2021)
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theperplexedpoet · 11 days ago
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the child (for once there was a darkness) - a new poem
it comes down to the child forever hidden within who came to tame the wild and who first picked up the pen for once there was a darkness fate had bound it in a cage the child, he felt this heartless felt it belonged on the page believed this would be humane bring about a sense of peace with his pen he set his aim and the darkness was released well, more like it was transferred taking root within his well with questions left unanswered as the child woke in its cell it comes down to the child forever hidden within who came to tame the wild and who first picked up the pen the path of the reviled was left traced upon my skin the markings of a child who waged a war he could not win for once there was a darkness fate had caged for its reasons yet none tried to impart this how a child could conceive them so acting without regard or thought of consequences he opened up to the dark a child with no defenses slowly it began feeding on the child's will and his heart believed he needed bleeding that he must suffer for his art it comes down to the child forever hidden within who came to tame the wild and who first picked up the pen the path of the reviled was left traced upon my skin the markings of a child who waged a war he could not win for once there was a darkness caged in pain none could negate though resilient, regardless, the child would come to share its fate (4/4/21)
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theperplexedpoet · 24 days ago
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the crown - a new poem
the pawn he sits a tattered throne the crown ill-fits tis not his own a tangled wood that he calls home for his own good a king alone world gets colder torn at the seams verse is over no time for dreams snow is falling so goes the crown knew his calling he wrote it down a tangled wood found in retreat for his own good to be complete world gets colder torn at the seams verse is over no time for dreams the pawn he sits a weathered king the crown ill-fits just not his thing (3/22/21)
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theperplexedpoet · 26 days ago
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belonging (the imposter) - a new poem
I find a place always feels wrong touched by its grace I don't belong the imposter his wicked sin see how he falls upon the sword hope was fostered thereby his pen for it was all he could afford the imposter this sickly twin see how he fails to measure up his accoster a broken pen with words that pale just aren't enough I find a place always feels wrong touched by its grace I don't belong comfort erased one woeful song the line's retraced I don't belong the imposter his fragile skin see how he fucks himself over fate, he cost her with word and pen for one corrupts souls not sober the imposter this wretched sin see how it takes more than it gives hope was offered with weighted pen that simply breaks his will to live I find a place always feels wrong touched by its grace I don't belong comfort erased one woeful song the line's retraced I don't belong the imposter his wicked sin see how he falls upon the sword hope was fostered thereby his pen for it was all he could afford (3/20/21)
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john7castle84 · 5 hours ago
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J☻hn\7Castle ☻riginal
No Way Out
If You look at the Man on Fire, This Picture will Singe your Mind with a Thousand Words
Artwork done on Trackpad by M.E
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toytulini · 6 days ago
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i opened duolingo again for the first time in...years, now and i guess it sensed how many of my correct answers were lucky guesses from multiple choice cos then it asked me to type the italian word for brown (no choices) and i blanked for sure. obviously i couldnt remember, i ended up trying to put either the word for belt, or leather, which i also got wrong
THEN they had the audacity to tell me to translate "the woman has a brown belt" and in my moment of fury i managed to get that wrong too but only bc i was so focused on woman brown belt i forgot the "a"
incredible
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You ever drop your phone in the crack between your bed and the wall and feel the last final thread keeping you together just fucking snap?
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scrapeyour-knee · 18 days ago
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I'm quitting my job today and I've barely gotten any sleep over the last 3 days, so did I wake up at 4am in a cold nervous sweat and then wasn't able to go back to bed? Judging by the fact it's 5:44am................. yes.
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Yu Narukami is a chronic insomniac due to recurring "nightmares" about green skies and coffins. As a result, he can't fall asleep before midnight, so he's awake to watch the Midnight Channel on his first night in Inaba.
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