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ProseBewildered symmetry Never thought these words would be So difficult and so beautiful But when I told you I was blind I should have taken time to Explain why my opinion never matters at all. Your colors bleed cold and bright I sing in black and white Our broken halves fit quite perfectly And when I told you I didn't mind That our love songs didn't rhyme I was only laughing to hide away.Prose
We must've been something more In a world more painted But here is only prose and biography
Our sundered poetry These words are leaving me So fri
by ~CruorEtPulvis
JoinedYour blood isn’t my blood But thick with my intentions Now burned in yesterday’s flawed memories. We’re brokenbacked and starving- Your blood tastes of my blood.Joined
Forgotten scars of once-held coals And everyone’s blind. Eye-for-eye mentality begets
Your blood Tastes of my blood Is not my blood.
Wetlipped foreign words I’ve heard it all before But never like this. Your words are my words Only better Spoken from the heart Pumping your blood Is not my blood.
Elusive interlopers all
by ~CruorEtPulvis
Whispers1. The wind blew And leaves danced nimbly Pirouetting through blades of grass That made drunken Groping movements. Were we not all drunk, Autumn breeze high,Whispers
Willing to let go of summertime With bright-harsh skylines? It would explain the giddy Childlike laughs Bright rust rising to faces To do battle with the chill. The wind blew
2. Nothing moved, Not quite like them Awestruck and tripping On self-importance. If they could do such a thing Move such a way Then summertime is best forgotten
3.
by ~CruorEtPulvis
A mothmanA whiff of air can strangle the essence of fear from your gut And leave it dripping white hot into the pores of your brain Causing pangs of doubt about what shadow was where And when it shouldn’t have moved.A mothman
The dark consumes what was familiar Twisting even the light of day into a terrible machine Making flashing reds from brake lights and driveway markers Play battleships with your sense of safety And direct hits are inevitable.
Cold clenches through the window as brakes creak with age Warning you not to go faster lest you speed to misery With myriad eyes wa
by ~CruorEtPulvis
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- Current Residence: Clarkson University
- Interests: Gaming, Drawing, Short Stories, Poems
- Favourite movie: Princess Bride
- Favourite band or musician: Maynard James Keenan
- Favourite genre of music: Rock
- Favourite poet or writer: Stephen King
- Operating System: Gave props to some, others, I dissed 'em
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