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The day starts with all sanity intact
and the day grinds it away.
As the darkness comes and youve gone insane
you begin to wonder if
it was ever there at all.
and the day grinds it away.
As the darkness comes and youve gone insane
you begin to wonder if
it was ever there at all.
Literature
Homo homini monstrus
Bones go crunch under my feet
Whom have they all come to meet?
Dark Ones worshiped, what are they?
Symbols and embodiments
Housing that which animates
Nature unbowed and untamed.
What the Dark brings in its core
Shorthand for our inner code
Most conveniently denied
Out of idiocy or pride
Heroism we so crave
We forget from whence all came
Whither it must all return
Yet our inner self proclaims:
Fully aware without pretense
Predator thy mantle claim
Power ever has a price
Rule to serve and fight to guard.
Let the ones who lordship claimed
Serve as lessons of the game
On the world loosed plague and bane
Ravaging without a care
Therefore monster
Literature
Emotions
A numb Heart,
Numbed through the pain,
It has endured.
And hardened,
To not feel emotions,
It should not feel.
This heart,
Has long forgot,
True emotions.
True emotions,
Are hard to gain,
When you have,
Lost them for so long.
But they can,
Be slowly regained,
It can be,
Such a hard,
Journey,
But one that,
Will be worth it,
In the end.
Trust is,
The one thing,
I kept,
Trust broken,
So many times,
Leads to such,
A damaged,
An broken,
Heart.
But this heart,
Is healing,
So slowly,
But it's trying.
It's trying,
To get over,
The depression,
The everlasting,
Sadness.
Sometimes,
The heart,
That loves,
And smi
Literature
City of Trees
City of Trees
By: Tyler E. Yeager - AirTyler of Deviantart 2013
Chipped brown roots lacing through soils and sands; like the feet of a crowd all bunched together.
Leaves and stones scattered beyond count and quantity, like the refuse and trash of a great and noisy festival.
Tall husks of bark reaching high beyond my head; they curl over and disperse like hands raised in celebration.
It's a party in there, one that never tires, one that never ends.
I am its witness, for I've heard the music of the birds and the wind howling and ringing like an age-old song.
Many see me trekking across the city and clear cutting from walkways. Appear
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Just a short poem I thought of the other day when I was tired. Whatcha think? (been awhile since I did anything huh?)
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Beautifully well written my dear ^^ 
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