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Charge of thunder
Scoured is the intimidation that falls timidly upon my lips
broken open upon the sores of enlightenment
sputtering and softened
Speaking through droplets of purity
our words are still stained
irredecent and still needing light.
No thoughts to ponder, no need to slow down
just little bits of curiosity swimming from your lips
Poison me
take away my laugter filter it with sorrow
leave me keeping hidden your own desires
ravish me
throw thunder around me
dripping spike of pain
radiant it all seems singing within a lightening storm
tripping over fallen vowels
gasping from the true ligthness of rain
and still I fell the tightness of the wind
fueling me, suffocating me
shallow comes the gasps now
vacant lays the son
breaking
clouds are still running dodging convulsing
come down the thunder of my poems
come down the tunder of my fear
come down the thunder of the unforgettable clap
charge
charges still revolting from the volt that has tired me.
Sing and sing and sing
for we are all damned.
Ok, I know its kind of dumpy, but everything i write comes from the top of my head and i dont rewrite it.
Usually i do it writing on paper, but I fugured i would just drip a few on to the keyboard instead.
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~Esen
What is everyone doing in my room?
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