History Emo Poems

In impressions:
I reflect...
my expressions retract...
In composite cycles
I react...

Burning optics of set cycles 
Spins
Around
Falling
Down,
Swirls, twirls to a stop.

I see lightning striking the ground.
Echos of reality
Excite liquids...

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Stumble across the threshold of memory into places I’ve known or unseen and only relived in deepest dreams…

Clutching the candle of revelation high, its silken...

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Blurred in the sight
the fragments of light 
suspended in memory, 
blurring space and time!

Of a faded photograph 
dreams pressed into the pages 
of a book...

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There at the back 
of my mind like an elusive form…
Out of focus a blur in my inner reality 
never dreamt in nightmares 
waiting to...

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Divinities of stone 
Humanity of bone
Legions march in time 
to glossy cracked clocks. 
Black Boots step to the metronome. 
Before them dark skies become…
Into it...

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Hello, Oblivion am I welcomed to thy realm?
            down into the darkness 
 ...

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Lone machines hum and sway, 
back and forth to the rhythm and rage. 
Optics lens reflect refract and collect 
the thunderheads of blood-soaked clouds, 
build...

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A god mended in string and wired corsets, armature. 
The blackened police the striders in the dark… 
a crippled plaything, 
a hymn of the tourniquet...

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In halls of idol wind
Ribbons of rain
Ribbons of pain
Ribbons of the insane
Flying down the avenues 
Hands clutching the wheel
Eyes blur as my mind swims…
of my...

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This star, that star, hallowed with 
The kiss that we bestow. 
Alone, when given to a single brow. 
A child of the ray, forgo eternity...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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there came up from the projects a Brooklyn youth
holding anger in his eyes he came at a big surprise
with two turn tables with a mic...

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To the Man in the mirror who seems to have lost his way,
Losing his emotions,  sleepwalking through the day to day

I wish i could...

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whats the point of life 
if its meant to end
whats the point of having dreams
if you cant chase them

live life at its full is what...

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Here I am, rotting in a place they call bliss
Soaked in an emptiness
To see reality did things as it pleased

Here I am, stroking my messiness
Fettered...

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