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untitled, blue (inspired by Dark City)
6 38%
untitled, olive/green (Inspired by Mystic River)
10 63%
Voters: 16.
#1
Wake in darkness
Not Knowing
Grope and feel
For an anchor
Love is known but
Lost forever
Pasteboard world
Made of stone

Who are you?
What do you want from me?
What did you take from me?
I want it back.

Gears are ticking
Deafen me
I know a hole that
I can't find
The doctor has the
Medicine
Opens my mind but
Steals my world

Who are you?
What do you want from me?
What did you take from me?
I want it back.

Kill the monster
Kill the world
The shape of man
Yet to come
Craft the land like
A new God
Bring the ocean
Bring a light

I know you.
I know what you want from me.
I know what you took from me.
I took it back.



Thumbelina Was Fishing For Crows Near The
Clove Cave As She Was Cut
Through A Bustling Breeze.
If she wants to speak loudly,
that bone child, she's bone white,
she laughs as if a
lantern on a calico night
streched endlessly
through rivers born
from the wind we shield
our wings from.
Her mother's breast now never
soaked in her spit,
she talks about how she
always knew it was coming,
she calls herself "clairvoyant."
A police man lives near the
bridge above the Cincinatti River,
she calls him a quitter, but he cries
sinking ships, wooden wicker
boats with cotton sails,
"Oh love, oh dear, oh my."
He had become a silent
twist of thorns,
tangled blackberries
bleeding their
blistered seeds,
and the rest of my life he
always stared out past
the rocks to horizon's glare.
This girl was born naked,
innocently she died,
naked,
floating near the cat tails
and a pond where her mother would drink,
and watch the deer graze.
And through the rest of my life
she waited for her there.
#2
Thumbelina was fishing for crows near the
clove cave as she was cut
through a bustling breeze.
If she wants to speak loudly,
that bone child, she's bone white,


That's how the second one should read at the beginning, please fix.
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#4
Don't vote for your own piece Matt. Not that it matters here because the result is hardly in jeopardy. But it should mean everyone else in the poll is gifted your 'vote' to their own piece. Just thought I'd mention that for the final.

I also don't care what you think about it, that's is how it is.

peACE
Filth, pure filth... That's what you are.
#5
Pfft fake generosity is the worst kind, I'll abide by your stupid rule, but mongering kindness is just as bad as mongering fear. Just know that.

Also, sleep with one eye open because someone might stab you....

I might stab you...

I'm going to stab you.
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#6
If someone is too tired to show you kindness, leave some of your own, because no one needs kindness as much as those who have none to give. .
Filth, pure filth... That's what you are.