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am i trapped in the mansion which is solitude
its benevolence fruitful
like a demonic messiah
but the ending never pleasant
prolonged exposure like dangerous radiation unguarded
the bile which fills the warm chernobyl air
gaSotrlOeo: but this is not nuclear
it is the reeking stench of loneliness
a burning deep gash
which crackles only by the fuel of sorrow
a volatile fuse ready
traveling in his predetermined destiny
following the slow rythmic hum of life
but not of one well enjoyed
laundering off to his ultimate end
there was never a question in where it would go
a fuse always blows
but nobody stops it
and nobody will
until strangers become friends
and friends dont become strangers
and solitude is a mansion indeed
its benevolence fruitful
like a demonic messiah
but the ending never pleasant
 
worse than warm chernobyl air

a noxious gas once parted from my posterior
forthwith this miasma penetrated
the nasal cavities of the unfortunates;
those being the proximate populace present
a timely gale stormed through the atmosphere
a glimmer of hope materialized
for this tempest, in supposition,
would hence dispense of my emission
yet the draft of wind unfruitfully subsided
whilst the mephitus stubbornly persisted
suffocating the proximate populace present
 
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Ahh, poetry. It's vocabulary always left me baffled. Never understood what poems meant in school. But, I've never been interested in poetry without rhythm or rhyme. The beginning of free verse poetry was the end of it for me.
 
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♫ Remember it all ♫


You sit in a chair,
take a deep breath,
hope to find...

Your eyes shut together,
energy slowly fades away,
the heart shatters to pieces,
remember it all?

Your brain realizes the problem,
what time it was,
remember it all?

True meaning to all,
it has no meaning,
no, just questions...

What if it all never were?
What if the question never existed?
The answer is never given,
it all fades away

Reality shows,
lacking remorse,
truth unveiled to me,
only to know...
Remember it all?

You finally remember,
the heart recovers from a thousand pieces,
energy fills your every vein,
your eyes turn wide open,
you have found...

Your breath is restored,
the chair disappears as you stand...

And now you remember,
reality, the hopes go away,
your fate becomes clear,
you move forward,
the next challenge appears...

You finally remember to never forget,
the true meaning of existing...
Reality is an illusion
 

Roland

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Roland

There once a Boy named Roland
His parents died when He was 4
Sent to his Uncle
Became a Mortician
and Smashed a Person skull in school
He had Tons of Haters
His Uncle died
Moved to my aunts
And became more unlucky.
 

Roland

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Roland

I'd like Kas to be un-banned to start another Party here in hive.
 
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