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The Revolution by Memento Mori on Apr 14, 2013Verse 1 In the midst of darkness I sought for your song I couldn’t find hope, the one that I caress But I knew that I was wrong. Verse 2 I turned at the fire Devastatingly torn, bewitched, and wounded Transgressing  oblivion: the ...



You whisper in your sleep;of messages I hearin between dreamsbeyond the reaches of stripped-brick... by whenever ink is needed on Apr 14, 2013You whisper in your sleep;of messages I hearin between dreamsbeyond the reaches of stripped-brick wallsand faded hand paint.Vandal verses drawn along the backsideof old churches;of an undying art caughtalong the synapsesand signals weavedinto your...



Ash beneath my feetcoloured by the setting sun;of better days gone.Drifting goes my breathtaken away... by whenever ink is needed on Apr 13, 2013Ash beneath my feetcoloured by the setting sun;of better days gone.Drifting goes my breathtaken away from my lips;abruptly stolen. A foliage of rain—and there it goes; what remainsof my pallid lungs.



Crooners for alarm clocks. by whenever ink is needed on Apr 13, 2013I remember waking up to Frank Sinatra’s voice each morning. As mother would sing along to the lines of Moon river or My funny valentine.Sooner than later—I wake hearing echoesof her voice;crooning what is leftof beautiful memoriesto remem...



Singing Bononcini by whenever ink is needed on Apr 13, 2013A lovely salt inside my honey earringwhere cringing jazz is always half but felt.A marriage ran so fast, so sharp betweenthe sounds I hear and those I hope to melt.Along the bed-ridden hopes of frail mornings,of mocking feathers lazy to annoy the ri...



purplemonkeysexgod69: mattsjustaroundthecorner: sinandserotonin: your name is simply the... by whenever ink is needed on Apr 13, 2013purplemonkeysexgod69: mattsjustaroundthecorner: sinandserotonin: your name is simply the manipulation of a breath, the wind, a sky. an echodancing along thestrands ofmy grayinghair. the vibration of molecules in my heart, my bones, my soul.



I can never keep up with the paragonstrying to be anythingless than perfect;and when it comesto... by whenever ink is needed on Apr 13, 2013I can never keep up with the paragonstrying to be anythingless than perfect;and when it comesto drawing strawsI guess there are thingsin the end they aren’twilling to do likebeing foolish and human.I have no problems winning that round—...



Boring Harmony by Beauty in Solitude: The Darkness Within and Without on Apr 13, 2013I live in a cycle of harmonyAnd my time passes in fleeting, temporaryimages.I meet nameless facesand then forget them into the seas ofoblivionas the end approaches.Memories become blurryas all of them are turned to ashes offorgotten misery, mystery.S...



The next time you heargunshots behind yourhouse I hope you don’tfeel alarmed or panicked; It... by whenever ink is needed on Apr 13, 2013The next time you heargunshots behind yourhouse I hope you don’tfeel alarmed or panicked; It is just me and my hunting rifle you willhear shootingbeer bottles by the wooden fenceso I will have nothingto drink tonight—when my Saturday eve...



Empty jars pile likepyramids of Giza;hunger strikesas the storm drawsin with no one tofetch the... by whenever ink is needed on Apr 13, 2013Empty jars pile likepyramids of Giza;hunger strikesas the storm drawsin with no one tofetch the shafts.In a tight picklewe are in.A parade of growlingstomachs. ...