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Eclipse Like Society "Eclipse Like Society"Eclipse Like Society by ~SyntheticWave
Vampires
come from
near and far
to join in an
elaborate ceremony, where they
have nothing to fear,
with the moon
as their
light.
How
carefree they
are, swaying to
the dark gothic melodies
coming from the
organ, pulsing
throughout.
Suddenly,
what seemed
like a short
period of time, everyone
screamed in panic
and fear.
Sunlight
,peeking around
the bright moon,
draws the little party
to a sudden
and violent
close.
Carpe Diem Smile, take each day,Carpe Diem by ~SyntheticWave
As an opportunity
To accompish your goals.
Carpe Diem.
Take each day in stride,
Enjoy every moment,
It might not come back again.
Carpe Diem.
Even when you think
The wieght of the world is on your shoulders,
Do not back down, carry that weight.
Carpe Diem.
Only you can control your destiny,
Arise, and seize the day.
Carpe Diem.
A Summer Landscape From the balconyA Summer Landscape by ~SyntheticWave
I see,
A masterpiece
Of man and nature
A blending
Of tan and brown,
Green and blue
A Landscape
Of folks,
Young and Old,
Walking on the boardwalk.
Of children
Playing in the sand
Forming castles and little moats
Of children
Young and Old
Embracing the waves
Laughing and smiling
Under the Summer Sun
That Old House I looked upon that worn, old house that wasThat Old House by ~SyntheticWave
vacant for as long as I can remember,
my thoughts were pervaded by its aura
when I closed my eyes.
I've got to quench thirst of mine
that I've had, all this time.
Slowly I preceded to walk slowly up the rickety stairs
that creaked each time I took a step
and before I knew it, I was there standing on the porch,
face to face,
with the door that seemed to have withstood the test of time,
to some extent.
Oh, all those nightmares I've had...
Oh all those childish nightmares I've had.
I still remember the way that house looked menacing
with its red eyes glaring down on me,
with dead
The Caliber by `Artgerm
Real Bolt by *TaniDaRealThe Thing About Cliches I.The Thing About Cliches by ~summernightangel
If this were a cliché,
A poem, or both
It would be about sparkling midnight skies and heartbeats and flowers and sex.
There would be oceanic eyes and rain that tastes like tears. We’ll throw in anxiety-riddled murmurs and metaphorical bullets and allusions to sharp objects for pity.
This is not a cliché anymore.
So instead I wrote about the flavor of emerald and the fragrance of April hope. I painted pictures of a perfect pencil, poised over a blank page.
II.
If this were a romance,
A message in a bottle, or both
It would still be cliché, to capture electric fingers and longings locked away with skele
Sta.sh
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