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Lyn Church Poem
Society's dead
Digression came with costs
We are digging graves
M. Lyn Church
August 2, 2013
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Malicious heathenistic vapors unknown
Surround me with a temping glow
Within my soul my desires ring an eerie tone
Raging chills they crawl my spine
A freezing hand it haunts my mind
Tonight on my flesh something will dine
Deep inside I fear this horrid place
In my tormented thoughts, I know I'm not safe
Soon I'll be devoured, every single trace
M. Lyn Church
February 18, 2013
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We succumb to temptation
And bathe in its juices
We challenge the mighty tyrant
And stand victorious
We dare to risk everything
Yet we gain even more
We fall in love as children do
However, we refuse to let go
The possibilities are unthinkable
Yet we fear nothing
The nonsense tortures and humbles us
And we come back for more
There we find Comfort and safety
And never want to leave
And then we awaken to realize
It's only in our dreams
Lyn Church
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What a treacherous lot this monster brings,
Thoughts of hatred and plenty evil things.
It sits and chews until its bitter sweet,
Then spews it out all over the already rotten meat.
It's disturbing presence surely curses me,
Never knowing witch of its faces today I will see.
It twist, flips and, cleverly spins its web,
Until I can't make sense of anything inside my head.
I run and I hide and I try to lock myself far away,
It doesn't ask permission to come out and play..
It kills and maims everything within its path,
Then just sits back and revels in a tear soaked bath.
With the wraith of Zeus and Hades soul,
The monster has me under its complete control.
M. Lyn Church
January 30,2013
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It was lovely once
She use to smile
Laugh and play
She's grown so fast
At me she scowls
Those things have gone away
I miss my little one
My precious girl
Whom I once knew
I'll have to did through barrier
She set up for her mother
Maybe I'll find my little girl to
M. Lyn Church
March 24, 2016
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My self mutated behavior
Resides over me
A disturbing dark form
Drifts there permanently
The sadistic hovering mass
Forces torrential downpours
Which rain decaying acidities
Sweeping over me instantly
As an infectious disease
Running ramped through my blood
I have yet to catch my breath
And still it pushes forward
I have damned the innocent
Or is it with my self loathing
Grudge seeking, spiraling pitfall of insanity
I have damned myself
M. Lyn Church
February 15, 2013
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Playful love, you see,
Hides what's real inside of me.
This sickness is me.
M. Lyn Church
August 1, 2013
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Lyn Church Poem
I love you
Your cruelty has broken me
It's broken me time after time
You just watched as I cried
But I loved you
Just to speak
To say-No More
Has taken a lifetime
And I still love you
I can't breathe
I cried out in shame
In fear that I hurt you
Because I do love you
But I can't go back
The pain and the manipulation
It will never change
But I will always love you
I never meant to be a burden
I'm so so sorry daddy
But this is goodbye
I love you
M. Lyn Church
April 27, 2016
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Panic runs chaotically screaming
Through out your brain.
Wake up!
Finally, your body complies.
Your lungs suddenly heave
An automatic breath.
You are bound and terrified,
Trying to fight for freedom.
The only sounds are that,
Of your own whimpers and screams.
Your heart beats impatiently,
While you try to gain some,
Perspective over your predicament.
However, there seems to be no light,
No noise, and no room to move.
You're engulfed in nothing!
“Is anybody there?”
Your screams continue to go unheard.
Your lungs begin to weaken,
As the air grows heavy around you.
You ponder-Where am I?
What could I have done?
For you this grave,
It has been chosen.
Now, forever in it you must lay!
Lyn Church
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His eyes look through me
I get quickly lost in them
The soft touch of his lips
A decadent sweet, full of sin
His confidence seduces me
Whispered words, I need to believe
Rough, thick hands pull me closer
Harder, the pleasure he likes to see
As I cry out in that perfect moment
He gently places a hand upon my cheek
For this memory will never leave me
In my dreams for him I will always seek
M. Lyn Church
July 18, 2013
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