Lack of Anythingi've been doing that a lot more frequently than i would like to.
i haven't had many entries. i've written, just haven't found the courage to submit 'em. ya know?
Coldplay - Viva la Vida or Death and All His Friends!
Gavin Rossdale - WanderLust
Venture 'til NightDevote to a girl whose gaze is the sunrise, searching for love and truth, Never deter, no surprise.Venture 'til Night
She’ll oft leave one gaping, spellbound by means of her charm. Not will the senses awake, perchance an alarm.
In the rarity of tear, all and sundry shall undergo, atmosphere of certain fear that pains one’s heart so.
But when she is a smile, thought will take a course utterly worthwhile, all search of the source.
Portrait for the ObscurityPortrait for the Obscurity Keith MutchPortrait for the Obscurity
Our path is cut into the dark where we shall go safe and sound, innocent for the time being.
The diamonds in the sky
try to light our way yet the heavens stand between our guides
and I am left with only your splendour to reveal this path.
And when I leaned you back do you remember the portrait of the night sky?
(I always wanted to know.)
Though I figure, you didn’t look at the sky.
(There was never enough time.)
I assume you believ
The Fairest FlowerThis paper canoe might be a menace, Man and Craft both at risk. As soggy parchment torn with the slightest friction when time’s continuum impinges upon captain’s decree. Buckets of water, a hundred hands a minute; ego with calamity. Counting on me, recounting the days, impending: forever we drink.The Fairest Flower
The bones of our Rose creak as she screams for relief. Tools of conflict and mutiny, her pride is nearly hidden. And the inevitable seconds mark
inbound gallons leaving one in viscidity .
Our representative of the divine inq
The Ferocious BecomingThe Ferocious BecomingThe Ferocious Becoming
Keith Mutch
Do not let my devious grin misdirect. I am exhausted from the futile flight. Cracks of thunder and jaws of death evermore send for the dream.
Why do they fear us? I wasn’t the one dressed, in your grandma’s clothes.
We are naturally shy, (or at least we are now) avoiding cruelty at all turns. But threat doggedly pursues inciting hate for fortune.
Ages come and go, but the fear incited at the prospect of golden eyes has not been forgotten.
PoetryWhy must poetry Be beautiful? Be sad? Be deep?Poetry
Must it always Have morals For one To reap?
We search for hidden meaning In each line of poetry In each word of poetry As if it were treasure Hidden by the pirates of literature For us to seek out And claim for our own.
We look to poetry As a source of beauty As we look towards a flower Standing tall, petals tipped open As if wanting to embrace the sun and the sky, Colours gleaming in the light For our viewing pleasure.
We seek out emotion
On PoetryListening to the imperfect melodies beat out by Hundreds of thousands of falling drops of liquid ice Preventing my tortured mind from finally falling into The powerful rejuvenating arms of blissful sleep And leaving behind an eclectic, haphazard Trail of tears upon my thin glass windowpaneOn Poetry
there is poetry
Driving down the open freeways of this or any Other state I watch as the lines of varying colors As they dance and intertwine among themselves Never beginning, ending only out in infinity For asphalt isn’t merely black, but shaded grey, As all surfaces cont
Distracted
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Trust me. I'm telling you stories.
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“Dignity and love do not blend well, nor do they continue long together.”
~Ovid
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Your poetry is awesome!
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“Dignity and love do not blend well, nor do they continue long together.”
~Ovid
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- Circle of AWESOME!
Much appreciated, glad you like.
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