

Burning SteadyOh chains of chains Bounding men Stapling sprits to the ground The pain it never gives, never wanesBurning Steady
Oh hooks of pride Puncturing beneath the spin The flesh tears and rips Hanging those of glory who in vain cried Oh flames, burning to pure To die so easily now You fade so steadily, how Can we find a cure? Oh chaotic passion Driving man to divine Or beneath all good, amongst the filth Your are greater then oneself, we wear you less Like a dieing fashion Oh gods of one or more Where is your help? If we


For BrettIs it jealousy if I wish you struck down, ashamed to say I wish so, not for me to gain ground but for love of the past?For Brett
Our dreams once incased of future plight. Now unwound, lose strings once pulled tight unraveling to my feet.
I put my ear up to your wall I pray for sound I can read your mind But can’t tell what your thinking now Am I inside or am I out?
This shattered glass baring resemblance to the past. My sprits weaken, my heart skips a beat. I intake pain and pains release. It’s over now.


EntropyA realist in a world Where fact has no bearing to foundation Why are you so afraid to die? Those who were never made will never come undone. This is life, absent of any pure creation With no audience to watch you cry, Who's tears do you wear? Foresight hindered by Heightened fearEntropy
When hearts, minds, and souls Become a shallow souvenir To proud to see your insecurities With lack of any certainty We throw our weight around in performance And speak the most sincere words But the soapboxes we stand on Are our empty soul


DriftI saw her today, side by side Released a dreamy sigh Blew out burning candles to make a wish Poured hot wax across smooth skin A sensation to compensate The lack of your lips, your endearing kissDrift
Tore every petal off a rose And let them fall and drift Wind and joy took them They touched once before they left Like sweet fruit atop a tree With so little time
Before they hit the ground
Early bed Early to dream Soft thoughts of her Playful smiles and perfect chances A sin to rush, to taint you so pure Asleep I have forever to
Devious Comments
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*livingpoetsociety
~LPSworkshop
*ahem*
"Member of livingpoetsociety hello. In the unfortunate eventuality of you not being aware of LPSWorkshop we are here today to inform you."
"Have a poem you feel just isn't one of your best? Would you like some honest critique on your work other than "i like it." "Its good."? Of course you do, no one's perfect. Thats why LPS have set up [link] ."
*Cheesy Salesman Grin*
"Come to LPSWorkshop today ( [link] ) Guarenteed to make your poetry better or your money back!"
*greendragon
as for the poem thing, i don't know how that started. people started doing that on their own. it definately isn't was planned. kinda cool though.
Kitty
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"You are a treasure I don't want to lose."
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a boy like me would never be seen fighting for peace.
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--Distopia signing out.
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