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A piper's songTiddley fiddle, A song comes hither.A piper's song
Thistley whistles, A piper sings with lithe.
Fickley the pace, Put yer mind in a daze.
Fluttery like lace,
by ~mengzi21
Metaphor of the LoneWhen all's a blur you think of her What wind that passed a soft flutter How every miracle that made her smile That'll give you strength to go the mile Why, you would even fly the worlds Where fiction sings and angels wereMetaphor of the Lone
But
When you open those sunken eyes The night is clear and the image dies You lay upon a sea of seas A waning light as your vision sees Defeat as reality stays your mind Sorrow as you'll undoubtedly find
Then
Known you've already said and done The reality of truth and the fiction of none Feel your blood
by ~mengzi21
Why kill Love?You come to me when you needed me, I came to you and you ditched me. So should I help when you called for help? For you never did, when I cried for help.Why kill Love?
A fool I am to follow my heart, Only once more will I love my art. I trusted in fate that played your game, But still I can't hate, my dear Madame.
Teach me to cry, or at least, be sly, So I may drown love or kill it with lies. Please don't ask why, you know it well, Why act innocent? You know whom you fell.
You're the angel, I am disguised, Fallen wings, my demons rise. Do not hate me fo
by ~mengzi21
Truth be NoneBelieve in nothing you can believe in, For all is fake is real as can be, Trust in instincts that defy your logic, Fickle in the way we twist all things.Truth be None
The good exist, only as much as the bad, As we exist because we we live adrift, Truth be told, there is no truth to tell, For words when said, changes things unsaid.
When all is read, nothing unread, You understand all that is understood... Everything and nothing
-Truth be None, Jonathan Ang
by ~mengzi21
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Sad Hearts and Cheap ClocksI have a friend, she's mostly made of pain. Her eyes pour poems of acidic rain. She splatter-paints stories of curtains and lampshades, Glasses and speakers and curtains and lampshades.Sad Hearts and Cheap Clocks
She tears out scenes from people's dreams, She loves them, she hates them with psychotic screams. She believes to perceive is to suffer. Believing and dreaming and perceiving, we'll suffer.
Walking, crawling towards inner time, She sings us tunes of our state of mind. She doubts true love with toxic words, And breaks our hearts with jagged birds.
I know a girl, she has
by *SeptemberBreeze
The Girl in the SkyThere is this girl, I met her in my dreams. She sat in a rocking chair and sewed my seams. She read me novels of my past, And sang me songs of the future. She painted my irises violet, and I didn't know why. She told me they'll heal me when I cry.The Girl in the Sky
There is this girl, She constructed a new heart. She placed it in my hands, And said it was time to restart. I asked her if she was an angel. She said she's a friend. I asked her why and began to cry. "Because, it's time you start again."
So now I write this on my wall, To remember the girl
by *SeptemberBreeze
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