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    Cannibal Ferox

    Indulging in the flash, caustic symbolicNo barriers block my path, of hatred guided furyTo escape this mortal life, an underworld destinyObscene seed to mutilate, this religious tyranny Make, make them die...Make, make them die...SLOWLY!! I am called Pariah, bathing in sinBring...

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    The Burning

    In a camp not far from hereOn the other side of the lakeEverything burnt downNothing left but the ruins Night has fallen, Light the firewoodGather all the children, Raise Your ShearsIcarus burns, As Cronus feedsThe Awakening, The Conjuring Faceless creatures with...

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    The Brood

    What the hell is this place?Elitist PsychotherapyPseudo Science sorceryInto the beyondWhat's the shape of her rage?Psychoplasmic therapyAnother Theater of PainFamily Tree Reborn Beaten to death, covered in bloodThey came without warning Demonic cratures uncagedManifest through inner rageDeformed children retaliateHammer Smashes FaceRabid...

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    when we thought ourselves lost

    So stain—as marks that remain longer than intent,and hesitation pressed into the grain. Second guess,doubt’s small fracture widening,as though the Voice were drowned,as though we mistook the silencefor absence. But sustain is not the clean note held—it is the rough edge,the...

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    • So, you’re staying that nothing is gone and even though it may feel like you’re losing it, You should stay fast because you are not erased but being led down a path you cannot see? That is what I get.

      • Hey Fia, I think you’ve captured the heart of it beautifully. The poem is holding onto a truth: that even when it feels like silence or loss, we’re not ourselves erased. What seems like absence is often a hidden kind of leading, and the very marks we carry become proof that we were being guided all along. Something like that.

  • Was born with eyes wide open
    To be prepared for the truth
    Not wanting to offend
    What had happened on the roof

    Holding pasts in a box
    We crawl, we stand, then walk
    Rusty keys enter locks
    Speaking words before caught

    Streams of tears without sound
    Lover’s end, rings withdrawn
    heartbeat forever unbound
    Dawn shows you were a p…Read More

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    • Okay, Fia 👌 Thanks for your submission and participation. You’ve made a very good start, with the basic format of a Sonnet down pat … 3 Quatrains and a Rhyming Couplet, and your rhyme-scheme is spot-on. In particular, your topic is interesting, with emotion depth, strong metaphorical imagery, and captivating ambiance that sets the mood. With a b…Read More

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