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Reflections bounce off their faces,
I taste their regrets in their sinister smiles.
Tickling through false calls- cheap phazes
hiding the truth from their blemished lifestyles.

Self proclaimed, indulgent in your shelter,
casting chains that bind tighter then rope;
heave me to your bids- a slave to your smelter
innocence murdered the unreligious pope.

Dumping the post it notes of you in my heart,
but with venomous words to enrich education
loyalty fumbles, you watch your line depart;
coating a iron fist in pedals won't make a nation.

Translate your expectations into muted goals,
regardless of the shots, your eyes say “lead us”.
My fleet is punctured with more then just holes
so the miracles chant, “there is much to discuss”.

Broken dreams die to faded silhouettes- weeping,
a blood stained whisper says you weren't enough,
whats the world behind shuttered lens, is it sleeping?
Indulge yourself in the protection, appear tough.
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:iconbritfacex:
i like this one

Reflections bounce off their faces,
I taste their regrets in their sinister smiles.
Tickling through false calls- cheap phazes
hiding the truth from their blemished lifestyles.

i like that part especially, seems like it all ties together rly well
c:
:icondarkestebony101:
Reflections bounce off their faces,
I taste their regrets in their sinister smiles.
Tickling through false calls- cheap phazes
hiding the truth from their blemished lifestyles.

Love the beginning, not only does it hold intensity but it makes me want to read on because of that intensity. I love how you used smiles and lifestyles, that is just awesome word choice that helps the rythm of the poem.

Translate your expectations into muted goals,
regardless of the shots, your eyes say “lead us”.
My fleet is punctured with more then just holes
so the miracles chant, “there is much to discuss”.

Again beautiful word choice, I love the poem, it pours out emotion. These stanzas are by far my favorites and to me are flawless, holding raw emotion and intensity that is rarely captured in poetry.

The very last line of the last stanza it seems adrupt but that may have been your intention, but it does seem to just cut off and leave the reader in a state of what just happened.

Anyway love it!

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:iconarcticwolfhowler:
I'd leave a longer comment, but everyonehas already said what I want to say. Very, very impressive poem ^_^

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:icongalabrotix:
Thanks none the less =D

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"My teeth were jail bars, unsurpassable
So those words remained within my head"

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:icongalabrotix:
Religion can be abrupt, now can't it? ;)

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"My teeth were jail bars, unsurpassable
So those words remained within my head"

Aeziba, 'Tell Me What To Say'.

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((Note me for my Msn))
:icongalabrotix:
I am actually proud of that :$

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"My teeth were jail bars, unsurpassable
So those words remained within my head"

Aeziba, 'Tell Me What To Say'.

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((Note me for my Msn))
:iconbritfacex:
you should beeee ^___^
:iconabsintax:
Wow...
u really know how t put the perfect words :) i really liked this one...

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"Love me more! then destroy all my pride to shambles and allow me to savor the taste of that pleasure"
:iconswallowinghearts:
I really like this poem. The language you use is lovely, and has a nice flow to it. The mysteriousness of the story behind this kind of reminds me of the way I tend to write poetry, which is cool. You definitely don't need to specifically say what's going on to get the point across. I think my favorite phrase in this piece was "a slave to your smelter." So awesome! Smelter's such a cool word, lol. :) Well done!

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And so the cold came –
Without warning, without sound.
With tendrils of ice that thickened,
As the tides of Summer unwound.


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