Long Scarily Poems

I was a prominent theoretical physicist, relying upon beautiful mathematics,
Like devout gardeners everywhere, rely on butterscotch sunshine dramatics.

Rose days were spent inventing theories, to address pure astral phenomena,
And testing the raw theories, such as what...

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What are dreams? Are they a figment of one’s imagination? 
are they a form of de'ja' vu created for my future’s fascination?

I wish to wonder and skip to far lands rainbows of iridescence,
but mirages built...

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The cold is draws forth, closing in on the hearts discontent as if a dog on the hunt. 

The pain and withering numbness that dances into view, is simply like that of a 
ghostly faery,...

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Sonnet Doubles:

First sonnet

Let Truth Burn Away Your Deceptive Cloak

Let truth burn away your deceptive cloak
lower vanity's shield, go have a smoke,
even if, a diamond, in love's gold crown
life shows greater rise, after falling down!

In vanity's...

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In a little sleepy town
Lived a boy named Jerry, quite the clown
He loved to make the people scream
And crept upon when was not seen

He loved to play awful jokes
Creating ghosts made just from ropes
And hiding...

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Embittered lime slices, that were cut abrasively-
making cutting knife rasp with pain endlessly,
is left of a heart wrung in dry and high on the shores
of love sea that is  still tossing in lunar ecstacy,
wound...

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I am going to write whatever I want.

A way to express oneself,
dampened by the opinioned,
but still, they're right all the same,
The quality improves,
but the emotion...
As I move my pen,
I stop in motion,
No longer do I...

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We live on the idyllic Island of Cyprus.
In 2008 this place became home for us.
Surrounded by The Mediterranean  Sea,
It is that very sea than unnerved me.
I have spent many hours down at the beach,
Always...

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Merrily cherries were chatting with berries on bunches of bushes below;
the cherries were scaring the berries with stories that every new berry should know:

"Beautiful cherries are succulent very so we became fruit of the sky,
but...

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Sirens sounded secretly securing source. Strait sacks swooshed scamps scaling sensitive sentries (simply spayed seals) surveying surrounding staked spy sotted sham semicircular slipshod shelter. Snappy, Snippy, Snoopy suited Skyhawks surprisingly swooped somnambulant senseless scriveners. Sargent...

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i was taught to speak at an early age, before the thought of growing up was even a concept. 

i was taught to speak because maybe, if i’m young enough, they’ll hear me. 

if i’m...

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A New Monster on the Loose

By Elton Camp

I suppose that honesty is never a defect
One product’s name is so scarily correct

For it is certainly a monster, yes indeed
For a day, no more sodium or fat...

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Cancer has quite literally  invaded her mind unwillingly
This tumor patiently attempts to steal her beauty
After three neuro surgeries
She awakened and no longer knew me

This monster scarily exposing the brains fragility
Ironically she still speaks intelligently
The...

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I'm wild and sometimes even heartless-can-be,
I'm fond of collecting illusions to ruin,
I'm breaking the rules life has written for me,
"Create to destroy" best describes what I'm doing. 
I'm scarily dangerous, silently loud -
A walking disaster...

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Not for any contest.

The large airplane wobbled slightly,
Someone just screamed impolitely.
An announcement urged all for calm,
Lying was she without a qualm.

The airplane wobbled scarily,
Outside a storm raged terribly.
In vain the speaker asked for calm,
Someone began...

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Knees bent, slightly
   Right elbow in at side, tightly
Squeeze buttocks, mightily
   Shoulders squared, rightly

Chin tucked into neck, militarily --
   Breathe in and out, warily
Left arm ramrod straight, scarily
 ...

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There is a peaceful sound
That comes from a deep place within
When the high desert winds
Blow and ruffle and sting

Stilling the soul becomes an artform
The painting of azure blue
On the hot canvas of trauma
Sealing it's cooling...

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At dusk I wait for you, have waited
like the whisper of flies that are lost
on land and I am clutching the rails.
The wind is stronger than I, but my feet,
scarily, are becoming fixed
against the cold,...

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