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Aris Eile, Fionrai Beochan.Once again I’m left here outside all alone,Aris Eile, Fionrai Beochan. by ~JonnyShadow13
Hooked up to the stars by each and every bone.
Suspended by threads of a fragile construction,
Equally each strand binds each joint in conjunction.
The breeze gently sways the cracked shell of a body now,
Tears run up the face and fall from each quivering brow.
A steady beat in time is held within a locked chest,
The key is held by a timid man who’s soon laid to rest.
The breeze evokes a wind and produces a laceration,
A thread is broken resulting in a non-lethal decapitation.
I hear it takes years to weave a single thread like those,
And it can be unbearable to watch the joint as it reg
Ceangailte i rith an GheimhridhThe snow fell softly as whispers were exchanged,Ceangailte i rith an Gheimhridh by ~JonnyShadow13
Purifying even the most corrupt and deranged.
The air fell silent as the skies faded to black,
Little sparks of light peering in from the back.
Two lonely souls laid in the ashen layers of frost,
After ages of searching they were no longer lost.
Lonely no more they had found convalescense,
Brightening each other with utter phosphorescense.
Hand in hand they travel with heart and mind as one,
Emotions create peace from chaos similar to the Sun.
Far and wide over the land and through the seas,
Stopping occasionally to relax beneath the trees.
There is no destination because it’s already fou
The Burning SkyDemons waltz the Earth's circumference as "Saints" sip their coffee in bed.The Burning Sky by ~JonnyShadow13
Funny how these days the skies transition back and forth from blue to red.
I always found it interesting how the loneliest individual could be in a crowd.
Equally, the most chaotic hide flaming nostrils behind an aesthetic shroud.
The air is pungent with the aroma of petrichor and the stench of brimstone.
Despite the cool air I can't help but feel like I've been drenched in acetone.
With a pocket full of strike-anywhere matches I feel as though I'm burning.
Even though just a single day's escape is all that I can really see myself yearning.
Just another day in
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FiveOne.Five by *co0kiem0nstr
I met a boy who's scars matched mine. He was chivalrous and cynical and he had a heart that would swallow you whole. His skin was pale and he wore flannels and he didn't like his singing voice and he would dance like no one was around and he had a soft face with a strong personality and his veins climbed up his arms underneath his skin just like mine.
(But we were nothing alike.)
Two.
I met a child who was terrified of his own shadow. The way it would always stalk him but never speak and never help lead him in the right direction-he hated it. He was afraid of losing me and that made me feel like I mattered even when I didn't. He was afr
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Tired 
