Childlike in nature, Psychotic. [Trigger Warning: language]

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DarkSohisohi

What is the discussion here?

Just an exploration of psychology and the human condition.

[Miku-Marmalade]

[Sorry if this is not what you're looking for]

As I read it, as with any moving piece of poetry, I put myself in that writers mind.

For me I felt like I was trying to escape a unbearable place I was forced to stay in and at the end of being horribly tortured I was finally set free from my own agony and it was beauteous.



I fail at feedback. Forgive me.

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Miku-Marmalade

[Sorry if this is not what you're looking for]

As I read it, as with any moving piece of poetry, I put myself in that writers mind.

For me I felt like I was trying to escape a unbearable place I was forced to stay in and at the end of being horribly tortured I was finally set free from my own agony and it was beauteous.



I fail at feedback. Forgive me.

You are a rare breed and a lot of people don't understand you.

As with a lot of art, I feel most poetry has a story that inspired it, and a thousand tales it can inspire.

Whatever feelings you arrived at were the right ones.

[Aunchie_Sana]

I sort of get it...
The only true peace is in death. Therefore we flirt with it, but we will never truly experience it until we cross that point of no return.

[Mistress of Existence]

Don't leave out the coco puffs, got it.

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savagesarge

Sounds cliché

Maybe. It might not be a grandiose original work, but the descriptive words still serve to convey the emotions.

[psycheduck]

Nothing But Codein

I am unfathomable even to myself.

Here today I reside in ethereal nothingness, surrounding me like the ocean vast.

God is my copilot, she is blue.

The Devil is my pride and wisdom, he is black.

Spices run through my blood cooling my heat and warming my ice.

Fire in my veins that bites and chews at my skin begging to get out.

Slit wrists and cut throats and nothing but cinnamon and peppermint escape into the night air.

Subtle orgasm of ice chills to the bone, free me.

I am perfect, unbroken, finally dead.

I am lost.

I wrote a poem inspired by yours, line for line.

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I cannot comprehend myself,

Or my existence; it's swallowing me whole.

Logic is my companion, she guides me.

Emotion is my vice, she loves me.

In the midst of tremors I find solidarity,

But I can hardly bear the misery.

I break away for but a moment,

And look to the approaching beacon.

It is the end of a cycle.

I am complete.

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psycheduck

savagesarge

Sounds cliché

Maybe. It might not be a grandiose original work, but the descriptive words still serve to convey the emotions.

plus i was probably a little drunk or something when i wrote it.

I've done better.

[psycheduck]

Nothing But Codein

psycheduck

savagesarge

Sounds cliché

Maybe. It might not be a grandiose original work, but the descriptive words still serve to convey the emotions.

plus i was probably a little drunk or something when i wrote it.

I've done better.

All I'm saying is that it's not up there with Chaucer and Keats. It's still a good poem, I enjoyed it.