Your blood on my hands,
Years of oppression avenged,
But who really wins?
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Clay Robbins
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My Light
Vivid dreams in a world of black. From the brink you pull me back. Insanity pulls and scratches at my face,but impurity is washed away by your embrace.Past troubles cover my hands in blood, You wash away my hate like a flood.Life throws chaos and despair in my wake while your warmth will not let me break. Words my mouth will not let you hear, In my heart shall never disappear. Forever is gone too quickly; One day seems to last an eternity. In your heart lies love's great magnificence,
By Clay Robbinsabout a year ago in Poets
At My Wits’ End
Life is about taking out the trash and calling it trash because you have every reason to. It wasn't meant to be linear, they say. But the times you tried to make it straight led to problems, and you didn’t have the tools to put any of it to use. You don't put your right shoes on the right feet; you put the left shoes on the left feet. The grey hardened slab will trip you up anyway.
By Caitlin Charlton3 days ago in Humans
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I remember you were really annoyed when you wrote this. Your wit's end