Make a Poetic Phrase
Not entire poems just something that sounds kinda eDgY. Whatever, i just need another page.
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I drink moonlight, and I eat cyanide. I bathe in Jupiter and cry sunshine.
Marvele
Dayummnnnnnn. EdGY.
on March 06, 2016
on March 06, 2016
To be or not to be? To face a life of torture and ridicule or to cease all living in a blissful descent.
on March 06, 2016
The diamond waves crashed into each other
Smooth hulls wrestling against treacherous seas
Final breaths and mournful decrees of war
Cannons loom gloomily, mournful and dead
Yet they go forth, knowing but still wicked
A fiery, dying sun heaving thither
The sun looming above, a dying star See More
The knowledge of fate crows and waves turn red
The suns doom, the site of ships seen afar
Both fluxions of death and both are nigh
Helios crashing down and seas livid
Ghastly oracular sights that none deny
A knowing song whispers through the wind
Again and again and again, never dying down and never bursting
The story that never ends
And thus we stop with self-destruction
The result of a sudden human infection
Ancient Chronos stops for just a moment
To savour the passing Helios and welcome Ares to his throne
Look at this poetic masterpiece of edge.
Smooth hulls wrestling against treacherous seas
Final breaths and mournful decrees of war
Cannons loom gloomily, mournful and dead
Yet they go forth, knowing but still wicked
A fiery, dying sun heaving thither
The sun looming above, a dying star See More
The knowledge of fate crows and waves turn red
The suns doom, the site of ships seen afar
Both fluxions of death and both are nigh
Helios crashing down and seas livid
Ghastly oracular sights that none deny
A knowing song whispers through the wind
Again and again and again, never dying down and never bursting
The story that never ends
And thus we stop with self-destruction
The result of a sudden human infection
Ancient Chronos stops for just a moment
To savour the passing Helios and welcome Ares to his throne
Look at this poetic masterpiece of edge.
on March 06, 2016
I bleed quicksilver and burn into stardust.
on March 06, 2016
Sleep in a bed of thorns, with a bed of ash and rock to lay with. Wake at the toll of screams. Leave in a chariot of sulphur drawn by ravaged creatures with a leash of velvet.
on March 06, 2016