a_divine_martyr

<i><u>Excommunicated</u></i>

Desperately seeking exile.
But I'm hindered.
There's isn't anybody out there,
Is there?
Everything in this world is a beautiful shade of mushroom blue.
Up to the brim with
Melancholy protocols.
Home made prisons
Made of past memories.
I couldn't believe how easy it was .
Just put the gun to my face .
Blew me and bars of memoirs
Away.

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Censorship and thought control can only exist in secrecy and darkness...

*Nikki*

Excellent

Angel

You say so much in so little.
This hit a raw spot for me.
A memory of my own so to speak.
A good piece of work.

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In the depth of winter, I finally learned that there was within me an invincible summer.
~Albert Camus

a_divine_martyr

Here's another, and thanks for the comments.

<i><u>Thaw</i></u>

I write this with a heavy heart, my dear.
Not everything is as it should.
I'm out of resourses to draw strength from
And I fear the worst of nights.
Three simple words to save us from here.
Three simple words to bind us.
The time bomb that is my self-conciousness
Ticks with anticipation.
The phoenix of love sets souls ablaze
Awaiting the arrival of lustful napalm.
Falling head over heals for the burden and light
Is the price he makes for playing god.
The phoenix has found my secluded corner.
He threatens me with beckoning hands.
Today I thaw.

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Censorship and thought control can only exist in secrecy and darkness...

Angel

A very deep and moving poem.
I love how you end it with those 3 simple words.

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In the depth of winter, I finally learned that there was within me an invincible summer.
~Albert Camus

a_divine_martyr

Thanks again for the props, Angel.


<u><i>Unstable</u></i>

All I knew and all I believed
Are crumbling images that no longer comfort me.
Face down in the ground, and vulnerable.
Open up my scarred hands to shove your God into me.
Crucified and burning alive. Dead from the smoke of your lies.
This rock is not as steady as I thought it to be.
I see you slowly fading away.
Like a sigh, so humbly.
I'll choke until I swallow.
Suffocate the innocent.
Shaking and trembling. Where the Hell have I been?
So lost and alone.
Lost in chaotic distractions.
Shaking violently, collapsing walls.
Listening closely. Listening for the call.
Mother, call me, now. Save me from here.
For all that's holy and right, hold me, my dear.
It will end no other way...

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Censorship and thought control can only exist in secrecy and darkness...