The Pros & Cons of Social Isolation
Pray For my submission, dedicated far away It makes it better As long as I repent In colors of a blushed proposal My faith will never end Your dresses, they're descended from the jaws of heaven Your advent Fed your worshipers' stomach Your second coming Pockets overspent Pure cement Do your worst so I just might have to Convert my convents once again Pray, I might as well To every curve around your wishing well Dresses will ascend Your own jaws of heaven My faith will never end My faith will never end Your advent Fed your worshipers' stomach Your second coming Pockets overspent Pure cement Do your worst so I just might have to Convert my convents once again Your notes through the cracks My walls, they still fall apart... God has only lovers
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 18, 2026
Come as you are <br/> Hear the callling from afar <br/> The architect is calling you<br/> To redesign the heart <br/> <br/> In a small nameless street <br/> A catalog of hearts that fit <br/> Comes in different qualities <br/> Ribboned as a gift <br/> <br/> I opened the door <br/> And they just walked away <br/> I sought it before <br/> But that is not the way <br/> I let my old heart stay <br/> Come as you are
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — May 10, 2026
I'm waiting for something<br/> For something to come<br/> I wait for a breakthrough<br/> I wait for a sign<br/> I wander the streets, no purpose, no time<br/> I'm nodding my head when saying goodbye<br/> <br/> Often I go back to that picture of my little boy<br/> And I just can't cry anymore<br/> He is all a river spilled into the sea<br/> In small steps climbing the hill<br/> I just can't cry anymore<br/> <br/> In times of boredom I sail the ship of dreams<br/> Enjoy a sweet breeze of gentle fantasy<br/> Suddenly it's pitch black and I cannot see<br/> A blanket of longing surrounding me<br/> <br/> Above the cloud there is an endless space<br/> In which we all dance the masquerade<br/> Nothing real<br/> Anymore<br/> The great bazaar is all about the choice you make<br/> This puzzle is for you to illustrate<br/> Riddle, riddle, take me home<br/> Ready to launch, get ready to fall<br/> <br/> Often I go back to that picture of my little boy<br/> And I just can't cry anymore<br/> He is all a river spilled into the sea<br/> In small steps climbing the hill<br/> I just can't cry anymore<br/> So far from home
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — May 10, 2026
I'm digging myself, a small hole, will call it home We'll get a dark purple carpet so I will never fall, will never sink inside this hole And make it be a part of me, a part of you, a part of us... So join me in my home I'm digging a tunnel to another world To when civilizations were controlled by big gray animals Survival is the key for life, the hunter - Allah on his side And no one really knows his right from wrong So what changed? Still feels like home! Running from the horror of civil depression From the time before the time Claiming the remains of a glorious presence A chapter that slowly dies Birthmark represents an unspeakable rage Can you see, my forehead burning? Pretentious fairies counting heads Mortal Inventory, roots to collect But there is no other place.... I will be digging you a small hole, to call home So you will always feel welcome, all on your own But when you need a break from it all Pack a few bones to accompany the road And remember that there is no place to come back to There was never a home
Submitted by Morgoth — Feb 14, 2026
Hello my friend <br/> We meet again <br/> It wasn't long ago we visited the great bazaar<br/> <br/> So much has changed <br/> We did expand <br/> Had peace for a while <br/> <br/> Pleased to meet you, vagabond <br/> A lighthouse in a time of storm <br/> <br/> Going away to the city where the crowd swallows the sounds of escape <br/> Playing a minor note in a place that was made for fairytales <br/> That longing in the heart awakens the soul <br/> <br/> Going away to the city where the crowd swallows the sounds of escape <br/> Playing a minor note in a place that was made for fairytales <br/> That longing in the heart awakens what needs to get away <br/> Pleased to meet you. <br/> I'm The vagabond
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — May 10, 2026