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Inspiration
Inspiration.
A state of being caught in the unstopable
momentum of an ideal, an epiphany who's flavour can be considered naught but devine,
A sudden uncontrolable euphoria that encapsulates your entire being and drives you in the direction of something wonderful.
Inspiration
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My Spiraling Thoughts :iconpineapplecoker:Pineapplecoker 0 0
Literature
My Spiraling Thoughts Turn Into Words
Thinking can be dangerous.
Even you must admit.
All your spiraling thoughts whirling around inside.
Trapping you in the one place you cannot hide.
You try to escape.
And like chains, your thoughts capture your heart,
And arrest it between the two hemispheres of your brain.
Its laughable isn't it?
How the thing designed to keep you safe,
slowly chokes you, and starts driving you insane.
All your bottled up emotions,
Cover your body with aches and pains.
And your eyes bleed tears that fall from your face
As a refreshing rain.
Thinking can be dangerous.
Even you must admit.
That is why I write. I write to come back to myself,
To regain control.
To keep myself sane. Once I tried to speak,
But my thoughts refused to show,
Then I put the pen to paper, and my thoughts began to flow.
Like amateur dancers, they bumped
And stepped on each other's toes,
But once again, I had been made whole.
And then I realised.
On paper is the only place I can clearly see,
the one place I can truly be free.
On p
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Literature
Garden of Sinners
Counterclockwise is how my world turns.
A backward place,
Where scholars never learn.
Where noise whispers,
And silence screams.
Where we have beautiful nightmares,
And terrible dreams.
Truthfully this is a place
Where nothing is as it seems,
And things are so often found,
In places they shouldn't be.
Here the darkest night
Falls after dawn.
Here evil dwells in the light,
And good in the shadow.
Here we so readily rush to places
We shouldn't go.
And for all this what do we have to show.
An ending to a poem.
And ending that doesn't flow.
Bloody feet walking across
The shards of a broken world.
A world so cold.
A garden of sinners lost,
Beyond the borderline
Of emptiness.
Garden of Sinners.
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Literature
Her Dams
Her dams.
Withholding the tears of a thousand sorrows,
Shone like polished alexandrite.
Threatened to burst upon the onslaught, of unrelenting nightmares.
Untold horrors overflow as her walls break.
Even so such a beauty, not one to be withheld.
Invades our souls. Like the precious scent of jasmine would fill our lungs.
Consuming us with overwhelming desire and confliction.
Break down the walls of her dam, let her sorrow and beauty pour out a never ending fountain of unrelenting nightmares, untold horrors.
Untamed fears
Her Dams
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Literature
Ideal
I have become transcendent. I escape my humanity and become an ideal, an image of perfection.
But, only an image...not yet perfection.
Ideal
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Literature
Night Parade
The night has fallen.
The place has gone dark.
Tonight.
A great many will be torn apart.
Lock your doors...
Hide.
And if you value your life...
Don't go outside.
Listen.
Do you hear it?
The screaming begins.
The beautiful sound,
Of stragglers being torn limb from limb.
But here, you are safe,
Safe from the multitude of sins,
About to take place.
"Knock, knock" who is it?
Certainly. Its not Jehovia's witness.
Why dont you get up?
Go to the door.
"KNOCK! KNOCK!!!"
My my.
That ones louder than before.
They're comming for you.
And soon.
You will be human no more.
Alongside them. You'll slaughter your friends.
You're now a monster.
A creature of the night.
In exchange for your humanity.
We've emptied you of plight.
Now you will march with us...
In our parade of the night.
Night Parade
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Narcissus
You told me once.
I was your ideal.
You told me I was irreplaceable,
And you didn't want me to leave.
Never whould I have expected you
To become a witch before me.
Nor the beautiful cruelty
Within the spell you cast upon me.
I heard your words.
The spell you cast.
Words so strange,
In my mind they would forever last,
Now I am made into your flower.
Now I am planted in your garden.
You water my roots.
And prune my leaves.
That way I remain as perfect
And unblemished as can be.
But life is cruel.
Life hates beauty.
So life sends a caterpillar after me.
It eats my leaves and goes to sleep.
And then it awakes a butterfly.
That then steals my sweet.
Now I am undone.
I am ugly.
I cannot bloom.
In the end.
This is the way,
All flowers eventually meet their doom.
I uproot myself and turn away.
You grab my hand
and gently asked me to stay.
How can I stay?
All your hard work
Has been thrown away.
"Even so"
You say
" don't leave me. Dont go away,
For I shall never find a flower like you again"
Th
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Your voice. My weakness
Hey.
Dont speak.
Just listen.
Let's talk about the sky and things that glisten.
But please, don't speak, for your voice is beautiful.
And it makes me weak.
You blush?
Please don't. Its too cute.
It makes me loose control of my flute.
What flute you ask?
To explain that would be quite the task.
Wait.
Didn't I yell you to shut up?
Shhh.
Don't speak.
For your voice makes me weak.
So, tell me of the things you with your whole heart seek.
But please don't speak.
For your voice makes me weak.
Write it down, here, on this parchment I've found.
So that to my heart, your words may be forever bound.
Hey!
I said don't speak.
I'll put duct tape over your beak.
Yes I can!
I am strong and you are weak.
Hey don't speak.
Not especially if you intend to call me a freak.
You know I dont care.
Come.
Let me put braids in your hair.
Your blushing again.
Don't you remember what I said back then?
Stop it you say?
Why do I speak this way?
Well this is a monologue after all.
Yes.
I know its creepy,
But please.
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Literature
The Beast Within your Flesh
Why does the heart beat?
It beats, because its a monster
Encaged within your flesh.
It wants to escape from
its cell in your rib cage.
And break free from its entrapment
Under your skin
And you,
So blissfully unaware
Of your own cruelty.
Such a selfishness as keeping it to yourself.
Because without it...you would be dead.
That beast has havoc to wreak
On those whom with your whole heart
You seek.
It wants to share its love with them.
That's why it hammers ever harder
When your love passes by.
Its desperate.
Its needs to share,
If it hammers harder,
It might break the skin and go there.
But the flesh us tough.
Its frantic beating is in vain.
Its one hope is to go through your mouth.
So open it and set it free.
Believe me it shall not abandon thee.
It will return to you calmer than before.
I won't leave you there to lie dead on the floor.
The Beast Within Your Flesh.
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Literature
From Chaos Born
Where am I from?
Its a place,
You'd never wish to see.
A place that flows not with milk and honey,
But with the blood of countless corpses,
Washed up by the sea.
It is a land of darkness,
And doubt.
A place, where monsters are free to roam about.
Where like butterflies,
The young are raped as soon as they are born.
Where death comes so often,
None can even mourn.
But.
Out of the ashes of that ruin...
I rose.
From darkness and to the light I walked.
And those who saw me...
Behind my back they did talk.
Monster, demon.
That is what they called me.
The scars on my face
And the red of my eyes were all they could see.
Sticks and stones did they toss at me.
And turned away was I by all.
In the cold streets I sleep.
But then came a time the hell had followed me.
In my dreams.
The ghosts of the pasts did haunt me.
And in the cold of storms and winter,
Was my body engulfed by the heat of invisible fire.
Now.
Back to the question you asked.
Who am I?
I guess I should tell you.
I mean.
From my ow
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Literature
Still Doll
The door is open.
There is blood.
Blood, everywhere.
The door is open.
I am met with blank eyes,
An unblinking stare.
The door is open.
This porcelain doll just sits there,
Sits and stares at me from her case.
Perhaps, the fear I feel is misplaced.
The door is open.
Crimson stands out cruelly beautiful
against her white dress.
Other small frame feigns weakness.
A weakness contradicted,
Only by the blade held in her lithe hands.
The door is open.
There is blood everywhere.
I wonder,
did something happen here?
Does she not see it?
This blood everywhere.
Another door opens.
I hear footsteps.
My fears increase.
I must go.
I must take this doll away.
And go anywhere but here.
But still that in blinking stare
That helps not satiate my fears.
Not in the very least.
The door is open.
The footsteps draw near.
But still that unblinking stare.
I make to move.
I cannot move.
Why can't I move!!?
Just one foot in front the other is all I must do.
Still I go nowhere.
Still I just sit here.
The door i
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Literature
Chasing Rainbows
This rainbow I forever chase.
Its ends I never see.
Oh rainbow,
Why? Oh why?
Won't you be with me?
What distance must I cross?
What ocean should I traverse?
What dessert should I brave?
Your name.
Upon who's wall should I engrave?
Rainbow, rainbow.
Wait on me.
Don't leave me in a place
where I cannot see.
Be my eyes.
Be my ears,
Don't leave me trapped here
in my own fears.
My rainbow is so far from me
Its end I never see.
Am I chasing?
Am I waiting?
That answer, I do not know.
But I will go.
Whereever my rainbow goes.
Chasing Rainbows.
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Silence of the Dead
Silence is beautiful.
Is it not?
The sense of vast emptiness,
The knowledge that you are to one's self
This world is loud.
A loudness often mistaken for music.
But noise this is.
Noise I tell you.
Endless noise that frankly...
Annoys.
Silence is the one thing I truly crave.
Engulf me.
I want to be a part of you.
Silence, consume me
Encapsulate my entirety.
My one true wish.
My final words written here may scare.
But please.
Do not dispair.
For I only crave silence.
If for one night I may walk.
I ask that it be a night consumed by silence.
The silence of the dead.
Silence of the Dead
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The Art of Being Human (cut)
The art of being human.
Wrong is wrong and right is right.
Right is wrong and wrong is right all depends on timing.
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October 19th
October 19th
I arrived at home a pure soul
but I retreat a mosaic of soles.
Yes, I have been stepped on,
I have been led and brought on, spat on,
had the rod on, been beat and been broke.
At least you like my lyric.
At least your bootmarks no longer ache
and glow hurt-red. Marks, my words
when they pelt the ground, raindrops
falling but not on my head;
they cool my wounds. Even nature
is sympathetic. It gives you a sun today
and an excuse to burst from your dungeon.
I say take that chance. There is a want
for freedom there. Boot-march is a twisted
soundtrack there and it has gotten old;
the bright thoughts of bright leaves
and the dear faces of the strollered children
all wide-open and enamored with everything,
are writing you a new set of lyrics.
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Solar Love Afair
Written Dec 2016
And if you want me
I will give you all my hours
And all my early mornings
Where the sun does not set
But falls
Elegant yet-
Disheveled into the earth's fingers
Where trees hold up sunrays
And embellish the sky
With their lovers beauty
And I can show you evenings
When light does not fade
But morphs-
Nay, transcends this world
And laces the pigments of oxygen
With hazy navy blue
A deep toned kiss
Upon her lovers lithe set lips
And I can show you 3ams
So silent that these sorrows
These hopes and failures
And soulless misconceptions
No longer lap at the shores
Yet crash like fallen mountains
At the ragged edges
Of our conscience
I can show you a lifetime
Through the hours of a day
But if you want me to save you-
Im sorry,
For I have spent a life of precious hours
Saving myself
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The Fly and the Spider
I looked out of the window,
To find a tiny fly.
It crawled along the glass in the bottom-left corner
While a spider hung by the top-right.
To a human, they were less than an arm apart.
But to the little fly,
The distance was live or die.
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I Was Supposed to be the One...
I walked my soul through a dark valley,
my mind fixated on bad thoughts.
I was eaten alive by my insecurity,
because you were my everything and to you I was naught.
I put myself through a crucible;
holding on to a 'possibility' I sought.
Then I realized you'd already left me;
so I cried three tears for the man you forgot...
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No Mind
There used to be a time when my eyes could see the light
but soon they cut to black and I face the eternal night.
No sensations against my skin;
I don't think, feel or hear--
You might be pounding on my jaded crystal
but I would never even know you're near...
Caught inside this wave of madness;
clashing against my sea of thoughts,
I barely function through the embittered blackness
but my father told me to give as good as I got...
So I'll make sure that my world keeps turning
enough to make you sick as I churn your soul with dread.
And I'll let your scars become my magnum opus
because you were the one that first fucked with my head!
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Oh won't you tell me
Won't you tell me
This thing I've come to be?
The monster that you see
Is it a part of me?
I'm breaking down and shaking 'round in
This world so helplessly
But you just laugh and grin
Completely blind within
There's no point now, broken anyway
I try to stop my breath
Even knowing the truth won't unravel
Me until my death
Freeze
So breakable, unbreakable
I'm shaking but unshakable
The real you I've found at last
I'm standing alone in this world that keeps on changing
But hiding away, my true self is fading!
I hope you give up
There's nothing left to see...
No, don't look at me
I'm standing in this world that someone imagined
I never want to hurt you, so until the end
I'm begging you, please, just to remember me...
As clear as I used to be
The loneliness that wraps around keeps deepening until I drown
Fond memories we used to share pierce me 'til I no longer care
I cannot run, I cannot hide, I cannot think,
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Downfall
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choice,
But the choice of the way.
It's an option of the voice,
It's a thin line of gray.
Is it a choice forced by fate,
Is it a pre-set time and date?
Or a choice to which I myself sway?
But here's our story anyway….
"Nothing that I do will matter.
As all things will merely shatter!"
All my hopes thus darkness scatter,
As it shoves me a decree.
As it si
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Inspiration.
A state of being caught in the unstopable
momentum of an ideal, an epiphany who's flavour can be considered naught but devine,
A sudden uncontrolable euphoria that encapsulates your entire being and drives you in the direction of something wonderful.

Inspiration
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Inspiration
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Hi! I'm Pineapplecoker. I write poems on occasion as one of my many little hobbies so I thought I'd share some with the world. hope everyone likes em. if you can give me a bit of advice to help me make my poetry better that'd be great. So umm.....Nice to meet you and enjoy I guess.
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Regal-Pinion Featured By Owner Edited Mar 15, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks for the stalk/watch! :squee:
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Thank you for collecting Within. I am glad you liked it!
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Happy Birthday! Airborne 
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Pineapplecoker Featured By Owner Dec 26, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you
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threeofjays Featured By Owner Oct 12, 2016  Hobbyist Artist
And have u tired to get some of your poems sing before?or still no
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Pineapplecoker Featured By Owner Oct 12, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Not really...my group director read one that I put on facebook and said he'd like to put music to it and make it a song...but with gigging, camping and generally being busy it never came to it. I was actually supposed to try writing music but ya know school and ish
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threeofjays Featured By Owner Oct 12, 2016  Hobbyist Artist
I mean I get because I work at my school
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Lol
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Haha
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