Page #: 120/120 |
@trunking | 4 May 23 | |
Great terror. The dead inside. Lo! I know every sinner! By inevitable gratitude. But long arms crack knees. Cease observing, cease knowing.. |
||
@trunking | 29 May 23 | |
A poem I nicked off of Twi Stars, oh bright and twinkling light, I watch you from afar, delight In the majesty of your celestial might. A path upon the expanse in height Golden, some with a silvery white delight Dimming the moon in glory's great night. As eyes wander, and sift out the mundane And bid journey come, for sweet mendication laudium arcane Until existence to dust disperses; Glory forever remains in starry grace perpetual arcane. |
||
@shadow27 | 22 July 23 | |
@ trunking - 27.04.23 - 11:47am Great terror. The dead invade. Lo! I know every sinner! Lo! I cease knowing in new genesis. Calamity! Living in vain entropic servitude. Amen, sweet sisters! This is quite simply the greatest commentary on the state of prodigits ever. A masterpiece. Subversive, subliminal.. outstanding |
||
@trunking | 25 days | |
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die. Mary Elizabeth Frye |
||
@shadow27 | 25 days | |
|
||