Best Perforating Poems

Shall I reside in shadows of past years
like a silhouette where light appears dimmed
as life’s entangled path cuts deep like spears
of perforating thorns overly brimmed?
Shall I guard the fragility of heart
and retreat stumbling with blindfolded sight
unless black shrouds unveils colourful art 
of silky roses grown...

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You, my love, you
Entrusted me into the burning arms of fervor,
Rested your knowing fingers upon skin ever glistened with tears
Graced the breath I dared to breathe when moments masterfully collided

We stand upon the edge like devils daring nature’s wrath
Your heels wrap around the very rim...

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Frosty froth, falling
perforating blue eddies.
Liquid nitrogen....

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Life,
Breath -
Taken
One leg gone
Perished in deathbed
Diabetes  murdered Grandpa
Benumbed by ill - gash's agony perforating - dulled
Gold medal won after the day of his death reminds me of his only heart memoirs......

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When night face appears:

  Hades erupts with the 
hammer of death,stiring 
the waters.
Lemures dashing forth 
and back preying on 
wandering souls-tell-tale 
odor pervading the 
atmosphere.
Resistance is like chasing 
shadows.
Shackles of bondage 
looming,even the blue-
blooded under chains 
and fetters.
   Howling winds 
harmonize with...

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Ablaze I stay,
Amidst the bruise,
Churned with grace, 
Assimilating feline spirit,
And fuming with ceaseless pace,
When thou trample my hardcore
Submerge my conscience
And look! Yet my stumps rouse
Rumbling with fumbling roars,
Just as the phoenix resurrects,
However may thy malign
Weaving my overcast dreams
With the last glow of sunshine 

Yes, I...

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In the ethereal world of promises 
                                      ...

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Echoes of wonder streaking lightening from the clouds above
Transcending, ascending and descending in ways that defile the norms and laws of mankind
Beautiful moments that caress anew purely, initiating continual healing of broken pieces of hearts together
Floating, flashing and striking across the footprints of the dust...

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Splinters and Beams

                    Stream of consciousness gleams under stark cover
                ...

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I left you in the corner of my mind 
with teenage memories of my puberty. 
I put thoughts of you in a box in the 
attic of my recall, along with others from 
that time, and there you lay, 
settled, gathering dust. 

Gathering dust. 

I...

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When I'm pining for the power to yield
Breaking all the branches I seize
Acres for the taking in a forest of mistakes
I can't see for the trees

I level
With the shallow playing field
Dreaming up a blueprint to floor you
Delicately drafting
Inconspicuously crafting
The grand facade before you

Where my art...

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I want to relinquish this stagnant pain. 
It has been lurking in my subconsciousness 
and perforating my reality for too long. 

I try to extricate myself from this servitude 
but it sticks to my fingers like resin 
whenever I try to discard it.  Clinging...

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not listening to the lament of
the sea
searching for the infinite depth of
the misty blue eyes
golden strands dancing 
on the whitish wind
we stretched
under the happy sky
white sand turning grey
what day is it?
on the edge of words
where silence disappears
pounding black piano keys
palpating the notes of the heart
perforating...

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Severed breaths:
Inhale Dysphoria,
Exhale the Mania--
Pretend to pretend there is
An In-Between

Without crumpled, sweat-soaked bedsheets
Clutched to cover rib bones peeking out a bit further
Each daynightneverforever,
Their brittle little fingers threaten
Of perforating scribbled, paper canvas skin
(almost)
And Silences, so thick,
Are stuffed with tissues and White Noise--
Because nobody speaks;

Without fingerpaint walls
Where...

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At least for a few hours 

An empty corner bends
beneath street lights working overtime
and a bench, cold and lonely,
damp from previous storms
and those threatening,
closing dark curtains
on a weary skyline,
beckons, offering a seat,
hard slats horizontal
last occupied by another
with hopes and dreams
left to wander, wondering why

A black...

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