Rural Napoleon You wear your hypocrisy like a cloak,Rural Napoleon by ~TheIneptPoet
Wrapping your anger around you as protection.
You say you are weary and the wolf is on your back
And I have no sympathy for tact. You say "just the facts"
You twist the truth with such craft, call in a lectern,
To watch as the river burns, the border collapse
Between what you say and what you choose,
Caught between a storm and a noose.
You recite prized mythologies built by age,
Too bad the world does not work that way,
Bring in that classic attack, pack mentality,
I refuse to play your mirror with impunity
And I have no sympathy for that,
I always placed sentiment over facts.
Dosmesticka Dust five layers thick,Dosmesticka by ~TheIneptPoet
A fine snow coating,
Suburbian wasteland.
Trauma sticks in the air.
The paint has ruptured,
Pictures quickly blur,
Nothing remarkable,
No marketable pull,
Tenants flit in and out,
Past a few centuries,
Of muffled histories,
Surrounded by trees
A patchwork of the
Antique and sleek,
It crouches in wait.
Doubts An itch without a root,Doubts by ~TheIneptPoet
Time without measure,
Music forever silent.
Days overlapping,
Into unencumbered
Decimals and numbers
If I can speak without
The entanglements
Of syntax and letters,
Would you listen
If I ran until my
Feet bled a path,
Blood against snow
(Always glistens).
Would you follow,
Tracing my steps,
With precision.
Or am I trapped
Beneath buried fears.
When the mist of
Misplaced affection
Clears, will you stay.
To rebuild an affair?
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FAQ #30: How do you get more pageviews?
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Organized chaos.
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Organized chaos.
~Saleana
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"I'll sit on the table. By table I mean chair."~ Syn Gates
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Organized chaos.
It translates roughly to something like "The starry sky is twinkling again, this earth is exalted with tears
The galloping time gives out light, this world without you is "fantasy""
Which is from the Alice Nine song "Fantasy" in case you wanna check it out.
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"I'll sit on the table. By table I mean chair."~ Syn Gates