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    The Poverty of My Reality

    Midsummer season on my wintry lips, these modern symptoms from antiquated sorrows.   The sunlight of acceptance, and midnight of isolation.   Youthful blushes and the wrinkles of experience, I have the free will to question my fate.   This wealth of imagination, and the poverty of my reality.   The...

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    • Your imagination is a beautiful flowering garden, you are a wealthy man, dear Daniel! Your wording is awesome. You are a master in using the stylistic device of contrasts!

    • Daniel this is sublime in its dark vision. You have so much to say in your poem here and I for one am really liking what you wrote. Though dark it has a flow that is mesmerizing.

      John

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    Schizophrenia

    There is a crack in my mind and everything flows into it. My head floods with such intensity, I drown in my own little world.   I look through my eyes, nothing is what it seems. Blinded I am from the truth. Lost... oh, so lost! Where...

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    Sunny Mania, Dark Depression

    I do not know anymore if you are dead or alive. Your moonlit face, no more can I recognize!   Your eyes are twin suns arisen, sometimes manic, sometimes depressed. Hibernating beneath your eyelids, over your nightscape a brilliant aurora!   As manic as the midnight sun, as depressed as...

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    dread

    tis a bloody moon I seelicking its lips, the darkness tasting memy soul to weep unknownno one knows my tortured heartwith vacant stares they watchmy flesh to cry out to no availhell doesn't desire the guiltymy purified soul will...

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    sense

    fear confounds on hallowed grounds I hear hollow soundsinstruments of destruction moving around with a bloodlustmy mind blocks them out so my prayers can ascendpushing past demonkind when God wants to be left alonepraying he keeps his instruments of...

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    • Well, this makes me think of a fallen angel, caught in the dilemma of righteousness and vengence. By the grace of God, perhaps, yet there is an underlying energy here too. I like the whirlwind of thoughts going on here. I can sense your struggle through your words, quite easily. Well expressed Crimson.

      • hello dearest Styxian good evening you know how it is as a writer and you have something on your mind and even if you don’t really want to you have to get it out… thank you I deeply appreciate your interpretation it’s just how my mind works…I guess this goes along the lines of serial killers they always say they are doing the work of God and really who is to say they are wrong? ❤️

    • Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

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