The Sun shadows me. My darkness is my moonlight.
And the night goes on...
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The Sun shadows me. My darkness is my moonlight.
And the night goes on...
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OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY sonofsun5211
Cows & BullSh*t
...my pen has slowed almost to a creep the sins of old have come to a peak and runneth over forth into my now see bulls still sh*t and i have a cow as i press ink as if it were gas i crack my mold and my mask i stand hollow space is my fill for it moves me when space is still i reach out magnet to field broken down anxious to build broken spirits and broken seals i bought this cow and bulls sh*t still my phrases catch wind my breath starts to flow i race for the words to express how i grow approaching full gate i can seemingly coast no effort at all In what i just wrote faster than light unable to be seen until reflected you cant see the beam warping my driv... |
?...?"What do we do now?" is the question that most ask... Don't ask dumb questions...
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Smoking AcesRole them sh!ts up We don't need them Our stressors are hungry and we tend to feed them and still beat them Who needs a good hand when i can play whatever im dealt and still win In the end victory is my destiny so f**k luck and poker faces Losing's not an option so f**k it I'm smoking aces...
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The NotebookMy place Where writings erase A day's stress A day's mess In way less Than a day's time I crave mine As days wind Down I wade lines As deep as I am tall Just so I don't drown Some lose their head To find their crown I've found mine in it When I'm the only reader Why would I lie in it I've made my bed With silk sheets Listen as I lie in it... |
EffortlessEffortless...
This poem was as its title...
The words brought themselves together...
Yet still quite tidal
They flow like waves
Currents like right nows...
Only to crack smiles
And raise eye brows...
My pencil has no eraser...
My pen slips and writes lines...
Neurons firing like weapons
And they're shooting at the blind...
Those with closed minds
Just sing to the preacher
Cook for the chef
And discipline the teacher
They water rain forests
And dry up deserts
Doing anything
Not to put forth the effort...
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The Last of Usthe last of us will be cold strained from a life of strifeand death will come easyafter one's hard lifeforced to devote it allwith no more left to giveway pass one's limitsa short life long livedopening one's eyesonly to see the closerhell will be closeand heaven even closergrinding gears in one's motoruntil they turn to dustand the same things that killed the firstwill kill the last of us |
Moonlit DazeThe Sun shadows me. My darkness is my moonlight.
And the night goes on...
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The FallAfraid to go to sleep, for i am afraid of falling.My nightmares await,but I keep stalling.I fallinto the soft embrace of slumbers.I hold on tight,as my mind starts to wonder.As I let go of reality,and slip away from consciousness,everything turns to darknessand I fall into abyss,then it's...the falling.Like rain, I plunder.Under the undertones of thunder,lower than the silence,as my senses heighten,striking like lightning,I'm struck by the violence,the storm,the wind,the scornwithin,the frightening,the forsaken,at the bottom,the awakening...The Fall |
My PrisonerI hold him prisoner
locked away inside
amongst the darkest of my heart
and the shadows of my mind
he yells from deep within
he wails his tales of sin
and could cause my tail to spin
if i let him out of his pin
i let him out with the pen
but sometimes it's not enough
this is why for me to be free
i must keep him locked up
and if he ever shall escape
a lot of hell has broken loose
know that you should be afraid
when I'm not walking in these boots
for he walks alone
not even a shadow of doubt
or the light of belief
can keep up when he's out ... |
ListenListen...
What's that?
It's something that most people don't do well.
Did you hear me?
Did you hear that?
If you did, then please, do tell.
...
Pause...
Were you afraid to interrupt?
Stop.
Don't talk.
If you heard me, then you're in luck.
Hear my words,
every verb.
Let them merge
with every nerve
and feel me.
I've got the nerve,
the way with words.
I get the urge
to get high like birds;
it heals me.
On it I splurge,
this, that,
and the th... |