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Storm In A Teacup 03.07.17	whoa, random.
Sevengill 03.07.17	this is not a poem neither are you steven wilson
Satellite 03.07.17	No.
UndineParty 03.07.17	Smoke a big weed Plant a pig seed You are me I am you Hello
butcherboy 03.07.17	Rose's are red Violet's are blue Ethel's are green This poem is about old ladies' panties
ArsMoriendi 03.07.17	On Sputnikmusic We rate and discuss music Just 1 Everything A haiku
Frippertronics 03.07.17	shit taste wack face make haste this is the place truly activates the almonds
Storm In A Teacup 03.07.17	ars that was a 5/5 I almost had to rate it a 7 because of the middle part
TVC15 03.07.17	Really makes you think Are you wasting time Or do you have no life In a single blink ... W/e
Koris 03.07.17	Isolated I may become, from a passage of time woven by the fragile tapestries of deceit; To you I adorn an aura, enduring bladed serenades and verbal bloodletting as if composing a shield swathed in shadow. I know the weeping of transgressors as one who endured the abyss, moonlight glaring down every second I run from the guilt, then reconciliation... Reconciliation trails away, distance taking hold as the link fades into the ether, dispersing into the spectral fog; Isolated I may become from dilapidated speech, a future forged in decrepitude. To you the aura evolves, monstrous as it sharpens the senses and senses low-end bluffs; perception sheds false credence as I drown the remnants of the fallout. The silhouettes of bygone laments approach... leave them be… leave them be...
Frippertronics 03.07.17	pretentious wank audacious in the bank
TVC15 03.07.17	Death is inescapable Nothing is exempt Burn everything to the ground and nothing changes Except for the animalistic need to live Blood of the innocent in the hands of every human The only way to wash away the sin is mass genocide Fire up the bombs and send them up The squeal and cry of every sinner and saint lost in flames Chaos and death is the solution to the stain called humanity Smoke pillages and rapes the old and young The fire discriminates not in the bigger picture Gas blackens the sky as Satan awaits fresh meat Heaven burns to the ground as every man and child suffocates Women kneel in weakness as they defecate their souls Nothing left to redeem as skin and hair boils Every creature become food for nothing else alive Flies and roaches survive and thrive beneath the charcoaled flesh Nothing left alive except for the fucking insects Every scrap of living things are now only but shit Lords of Chaos The bomb has finally done its job Nothing left to mourn Nothing left to worship Humans have written in their destiny Fuck it all Pull the plug Abort mission Fuck everything What does it matter if we all die
random 03.07.17	I am nothing, and yet I am life.
MillionDead 03.07.17	Gonest Boy I had this dream, once, that we were laughing again in my room. We got too close like we often do and I felt so much like kissing you, so I did. You looked so sad, maybe even mad in that moment, and you made a hasteful exit, never looking back as you went. I knew you wouldn’t be back again. I just sat there wishing inhibitions or even conscience had made an intervention, thinking in a circle of past tenses, lamenting this instance of action, but only ‘cause it caused your absence. I woke up to some blaring loneliness that still won’t leave me alone. I realise knowing you is a blessing and yet loving you is something much more nebulous. I can’t place what art in you commits to this ekphrasis. On what on basis do sweet longings persist in your presence enjambing into your absence like small knives to weak spines?
cylinder 03.07.17	computer in hand i stare til forehead creaks, forgot to remember what i wanted before- now each future moment is a train that left me behind- in light i see them waiting
tempest-- 03.07.17	this may be the first thread ever where Ars has the best comment :0
EphemeralEternity 03.07.17	life sucks scum fuck. free verse
MyNameIsPencil 03.07.17	the world is like a half peeled orange ... fuck wait