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Mordred

#1400
October 05, 2011, 04:20:32 PM
Standing still, the beast takes in the scent, soon submerged within it's flood.

Powerful this red nectar be, morphing all life within down new, dark roads
*See Pillory*

Ephemera

#1401
October 06, 2011, 06:13:28 PM
Quote from: Mordred on October 05, 2011, 04:20:32 PM

Powerful this red nectar be, morphing all life within down new, dark roads

The thirst pulses through your veins, while joy at each new possibility explodes.

You never sleep anymore, instead you while away the day staring at the ceiling.
“I bleed myself to be your drink:  Is not the blood of poets—ink?”   ―William Soutar
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I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naive or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.” ~Nin  Working on: Ink Blood Spilled

Geil

#1402
October 07, 2011, 06:06:26 PM
Seeing nought but visions of the future. While your sanity is peeling
away to leave only the core, no more, no less. Ready to be reborn.

Poetry in Emotion
Variety is the spice of life - I'll have the vindaloo please.
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Mordred

#1403
October 08, 2011, 09:21:04 AM
Writhing inside new forming skin, agony filling the mind with scorn.

Descending once again into depths where even shadows dare not play
*See Pillory*

Kay Tana

#1404
October 09, 2011, 03:38:46 AM
For if there you should blunder forever shall you stay.

Heed this warning , be fast and true to escape your mortal doom.

Ephemera

#1405
October 09, 2011, 02:39:09 PM
Day is falling, darkness looms, make your flight on willow broom.

Find the shadows, flee the light, deep into the autumn night!
“I bleed myself to be your drink:  Is not the blood of poets—ink?”   ―William Soutar
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I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naive or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.” ~Nin  Working on: Ink Blood Spilled

Geil

#1406
October 09, 2011, 05:53:29 PM
Flee the trees; charge at the sky, and let the darkened clouds take fright.

Bind the wind and fly on high to seek the secret place of safety.

Poetry in Emotion
Variety is the spice of life - I'll have the vindaloo please.
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Ephemera

#1407
October 11, 2011, 03:24:57 AM
Forget all your anxiety, who needs to heed propriety?

The time has come to prowl, take to the skies and howl!
“I bleed myself to be your drink:  Is not the blood of poets—ink?”   ―William Soutar
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I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naive or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.” ~Nin  Working on: Ink Blood Spilled

Geil

#1408
October 11, 2011, 03:49:03 AM
So don the darkened cowl.  Stalk souls who run afoul

Of the drenching elemental fury of the coming storm.

Poetry in Emotion
Variety is the spice of life - I'll have the vindaloo please.
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stellastar

#1409
October 11, 2011, 07:04:05 AM
See the billowing clouds, how they come to form

Take my hand and come away with me
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Mordred

#1410
October 11, 2011, 04:27:55 PM
Towards the shimmering darkness of that nearby towering tree

Don't worry 'bout the howling voices, the other side will come quite fast
*See Pillory*

Ephemera

#1411
October 11, 2011, 04:32:46 PM
Close your eyes, take a sip, linger, savor, make it last.

Open them now, everything's changed, too late to turn back.

“I bleed myself to be your drink:  Is not the blood of poets—ink?”   ―William Soutar
My Ink Blood Spilled | Who I Am | Where I Am (A/A) | Intro | Avi Source
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I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naive or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.” ~Nin  Working on: Ink Blood Spilled

Mordred

#1412
February 25, 2012, 02:10:31 AM
How 'bout then, in this wild case, we see how high they stack?

Within the mind, what harm can come, by flipping every other switch?
*See Pillory*

Galanthor

#1413
February 25, 2012, 04:23:57 AM
it could makeus all rich!

Poem for Mordred: Roses are red, Vampires are blue...

Mordred

#1414
February 25, 2012, 10:53:02 AM
Pulse is so teasing, as it whispers it's clue.

Just when the dead think they figure it out,
*See Pillory*

Breathless Intent

#1415
February 25, 2012, 02:46:00 PM
Along came a certain sparkling lout.

Once upon a time, in a land long forgotten

Galanthor

#1416
February 25, 2012, 02:55:22 PM
A dwarf ate a bread, half rotten

He didn't reallize it wasn't fresh.

Mordred

#1417
February 25, 2012, 04:36:14 PM
Had to see a specialist, in Bangladesh.

In his best suit, the imp hopped on a plane
*See Pillory*

Rinzler

#1418
February 25, 2012, 04:41:32 PM
Only to discover, with a surfeit of disdain,

That he was in economy, and flying Ryanair.

Geil

#1419
February 25, 2012, 05:17:00 PM
No leg room; no luggage; no meals; no fair!

Above the Atlantic his sanity snapped.

Poetry in Emotion
Variety is the spice of life - I'll have the vindaloo please.
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Galanthor

#1420
February 25, 2012, 05:24:52 PM
...because he felt so trapped.

He yell out "bomb"!

Mordred

#1421
February 25, 2012, 05:31:07 PM
Yet the passengers remained strangely calm.

Into the toilet, the strange dwarf was held,
*See Pillory*

Rinzler

#1422
February 25, 2012, 05:36:51 PM
And to the smell still there, and yet to be dispelled,

He added some more, for he was very afraid.

Mordred

#1423
February 25, 2012, 05:58:33 PM
With bin bags and duct tape, with him the smell stayed.

Yet wicked little thing, the creature plotted revenge,
*See Pillory*

Breathless Intent

#1424
March 01, 2012, 01:55:34 PM
by plotting to destroy Stonehenge!

That dastardly plot was derailed,
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