Poem #33: The Senses

These emotions, these senses, these feelings, are my life. ~bhscorch [!

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The True Reason

It is not your eyes that tell it, but the actions and the feeling of this power; the unbreakable and irreversible strength of that such emotion that draws people closer than expected.

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Writing.

At the end of the day, all that and more has happened, merely by a few strokes of the writer's pen, that which brings life, emotion, and soul into our existance. ~lwolfeh

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Poem #21

Things change so fast, Reality alters at a changing pace, Growing faster and faster, Pain growing beyond the point of control, etching itself in my muscles and bones, It feels like lava flows through my body, Burning everything to ash. I look...

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Poem #23

My muscles tremble and spasm, the pain moving to a higher level, at every turn, it gets worse, Powerful, sweet, sharp and unending. Every fiber and strand feels as if ignited, Burning brightly, the heat grows in waves, No end in sight, i feel...

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Tears in a Vial

The still moving mechanical arm, With the blood covered razorblade, The remaining tools, The stench of the work bench, Only hint towards the cries of agony and pain, That echoed through the metal halls, Now weakly, An organic heart beating, Not...

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Transforming

The tendrils creep further, Piercing my skin, Entering my tissues, I can hiss, Scream, Claw at it, Swear, Once again, The nanite alloy, Has spread further, Once more the hollow feeling, Has transformed me further, Claiming my other...

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Euphoria

Time stands still, Almost like being paralyzed, Drowning in that sweet sensation, Letting myself being dragged down further, Into that endless lovingly turmoil, The honey sweet taste, Of your lips

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Afterglow

The silken smooth touch, waving over my body, Back and forth Like the oceans'tide, Still lovingly unpredictable as the sea, Leaving its eroding markings, When I feel your hands and claws, Trace the curves of my back. Closing my eyes, While a...

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That Tell-Tale Heart, Guilt.

you cradle it in your hands like a lover's beating heart feel its gentle pulse as it tries to dig into your veins you can feel it / a little bit of corruption thriving beneath the surface of skin and flesh and matter you may deserve it / you may...

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"Timeless Wars" Ch.3-4

Luna begins to tear and cry, while i continue watching with no emotion.

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