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Evolution Reversed by CloudNumber8, literature

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Evolution Reversed

You can place your bullets menacingly One at a time in to the chamber You can even pull the cock back Tickle the trigger but I won't waver You can bring the knife so close to me I can see the reflection of my face It will only serve to remind myself Your violence towards me is misplaced You can furnish me with a suicide vest And place a detonator in my hand But you'll only see my strength of grip Is as strong as the morals for which I stand You can bring all of the world's armies And rage great war but I wont resist You can use a range of bullets and knives To pierce my organs through my epidermis You can steal away my last breath And

Fabric of Society by CloudNumber8, literature

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Fabric of Society

You wear clothes that they disapprove of And an acid tongue delivers insults in your direction As though the fabric that covers your skin Has any sort of meaning or reflection On the person that lies beneath the fabric It is not even a prejudice of the flesh It is an archaic man made concept However will they try to divide us next? You wear clothes that they disapprove of They think you need saving from the patriarch Not understanding it might be their decision To cover their hair with a headscarf Why not see it as a beautiful frame Bringing focus to a beautiful face Do not let the world put their smudge marks On to such a beautiful por

The Towers Continue To Fall by CloudNumber8, literature

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The Towers Continue To Fall

In my mindseye I can still see the skyline so clear It illuminates the September evening sky The beautiful city and the beautiful people Are as proud of their city as the buildings are high From each and every window of those skyscrapers On each and every room on each and every floor Of the Twin Towers World Trade Center 1 and 2 There is nowhere else like this, this is New York A crisp early Fall evening stirs echoes in my mind The date is Monday September the Tenth The year is two thousand and one my calendar says And the local time is approaching 7pm Behind the freshly cleaned window panes of glass I can see people going about

We Do As We Are Told by CloudNumber8, literature

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We Do As We Are Told

Do you think that you are free? Well you are not free Freedom is just an illusion designed to control I ask myself why some people live their whole lives Believing every single word that they are told From the teachers who were brainwashed themselves But there is no cleanliness in our education School comes too soon with agenda fueled answers Before we have even learnt to ask the question Do you think that you are free? Well you are not free It's just the bars around your cell cannot be seen You're enslaved while ministers commit crimes so sinister And feed you thoughts directly from the machine The grinding dark forces that control the

An Interest In WorDs (Windows or Doors) by CloudNumber8, literature

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An Interest In WorDs (Windows or Doors)

I never had an interest in words That was until I read yours My life was like a room with windows But with an absence of doors I was able to see the outside world But I never ventured out It was your words that made me turn the key Bravery replacing doubt I never had an interest in words Until you showed love for mine You were just like a broken clock And it was me who was the time I could clearly see how your mind worked Unlike any one else before I can still see you'll fulfill your dreams If you replace your windows with doors

Just A Teenage Tear by CloudNumber8, literature

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Just A Teenage Tear

It's just a teenage tear, it will dry Sorry, but I think I'm going down No apologies are necessary I can tell you don't want me around It's just another day it will pass The sun will not wait for me to change I will be easily replaced in your heart Now doesn't that seem ever so strange It's just a lonely world I live in Not even close to the one where I was raised At what point did I become so lost? And how long do I wait to be saved? It's just a teenage heart that has broke But this time I am afraid it is mine It now only exists in pieces Too many to piece back together this time

The Three Dimensions of You by CloudNumber8, literature

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The Three Dimensions of You

Although I am not a wise man Let it be known that I do have the privilege to see Something that you can not The beauty of your face three-dimensionally Artists put down your brushes Your strokes can't do justice to the contours of her frame And poets put down your pen No verse could describe the light that shines behind her name Although I am not a wise man Let it be said that I do have the privilege to see Your beauty as it outruns time With each passing year in three hundred and sixty degrees Artists stop mixing your oils No colour will come close to matching the shades of her skin And poets close your note books As to describe he

This Is Not The Message by CloudNumber8, literature

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This Is Not The Message

Lend me your ears as I feel like I need to say something And though it's not for me to defend my faith Could you please focus on the many who come in peace Not those few that breed fear, panic and hate Do not allow these impostors to narrow your thoughts As there will be less room for you to find That this level of violence has nothing to do with religion But rather a brainwashed and vulnerable mind This is not the message the Messenger sent This is a misinterpretation of the truth That disgusts me and my sisters and brothers Just as much as it disgusts each one of you Lend me your eyes as I feel like I need to do something And speak out

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The Raven Metaphor by CloudNumber8, literature

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The Raven Metaphor

“Oh raven, please take pity, won't you just leave me be I really am not in the mood for this tonight” With that the raven for once seems to heed my warning And from up on my seventh floor apartment takes flight Between you and me I doubt it was real anyway Just some lazy, overused and tired metaphor The dark feathers symbolising the violent mood swings The pecking beak are thoughts I tried hard to ignore Oh to live a day without her emotional turmoil And without her beady eyes watching my every move It seems misery loves company when no one else does And although it’s hard to admit it I loved her too “Oh raven, pl

Young January by CloudNumber8, literature

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Young January

I saw her at the local supermarket She could have been no older than ten She was buying some refreshing beverages To quench the thirst of herself and her friends On this summers day they had waited outside Lacking patience they were shouting her name ‘January, hurry up we have to go home!’ From the shop young January soon came Rushing past me at the speed of her childhood My lonely heart skipped a beat or two Either from her soft brown hair that touched my arm Or the smile she gave as she passed through Did I hurry through my shopping on purpose In order to catch young January up? Fumbling my loose change as I left the store T

Can't Find Joy by CloudNumber8, literature

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Can't Find Joy

I stole the smiles from both of my parent’s faces The very same one I was responsible for On the day I was delivered into their arms In a cloth, from the beak of a black feathered stork From the very first day with my very first breath Though I was not able to speak a single word It was evident as the nurses bowed their heads That this boy with the dilated pupils was cursed Everything I’ve ever grown to love and desire In one way or another I have now destroyed Yet still I have the temerity to question Why it is that I can never seem to find joy I stole the smiles from both of my parent’s faces I would do anything at all

You Don't Know Your Daughter At All by CloudNumber8, literature

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You Don't Know Your Daughter At All

Just because she is no longer in a cradle Does not mean that your baby wont fall And if you think that her smile means she is happy Then you don’t know your daughter at all On arriving home from school she runs up the stairs And locks herself away in her room It’s so easy to think that it’s just teenage angst That will pass in time and be gone soon Perhaps you assume that it is just boy trouble A romance that will soon be forgot Yes, maybe her problems are just a passing phase But then again what if they are not What if they’re deep rooted in the parental soil That you’ve been failing to cultivate As she grow

Fear of Life by CloudNumber8, literature

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Fear of Life

Please do not fear being beneath the Earth’s soil For that is where the seeds of flowers grow Be patient and life will reveal its mysteries But only when it is ready to do so By all means take time to search for the truth But beware, please do not become obsessed As we only fear what we don’t understand And what we don’t understand is but a test A test of faith in whatever you believe Now stand up for yourself and you cannot fail If life is the hammer waiting to fall Then you must refuse to be the nail Please do not fear being above the Earth’s soil For that is where the flowers begin to bloom Just open your heart

Letters Live by CloudNumber8, literature

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Letters Live

The middle three letters of the word “Earth” Spell out the word “art” This is fitting because when I create The beauty of the world is where I start The middle three letters of the word “believe” Spell out the word “lie” This is fitting because for all those who accede There are an equal amount who deny The middle three letters of the word “lonely” Spell out the word “one” This is fitting because I have felt isolated Ever since you have been gone The middle two letters of the word “life” Spell out the word “if” This is fitting because only when

Your Daughter Is Now Gone by CloudNumber8, literature

Target Weight by CloudNumber8, literature

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Target Weight

I am afraid because I know That I will never arrive At a point where I am nourished And emotionally satisfied So to regulate my mood I consume levels that disgrace They suppose that this is greed That assumption is misplaced I’m addicted to the feeling The short term stimulation But that only makes me more prone To those feelings of deflation And stomach cramps and pains Loose skin hanging from my bones Eyes sinking into my skull And those deathly grey skin tones Will I ever fill the hole Silence those voices for a while I prepare my gut for sorrow While I am spoon fed on denial But life’s too much to digest An acid reflux ep

Childhood Departs by CloudNumber8, literature

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Childhood Departs

His Little Princess had now departed She was lay face down in a tranquil pond The dead water of which was her worries That he tried so hard to rescue her from The lead weight of life and her memories Had dragged her down to new depths and held sway Bringing her to that body of water In which her callow body was now lay His Little Princess had now departed Her vapid throne vacant for evermore Father passed her the key of his wisdom Too afraid was she to open the door Had she hung on a little while longer She would have seen there was a better place That her childhood was just a stepping stone Towards a life that is far less debased His Lit

Her Daily Masquerade by CloudNumber8, literature

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Her Daily Masquerade

Today her parents ask how her day has been By now the answer has been well rehearsed She insists to them that everything is fine But the reality is the reverse In fact she’s the antonym of the word ‘fine’ Inadequate, unsatisfactory This is due to her creatively cursed mind Steeped in a world of such simplicity Yesterday friends asked how she has been coping Waiting for their turn to talk, do they care? They just see a happy, contented princess Not a pensive, vacant, glazed over stare In fact she’s the opposite of contented Restless and at war with reality Battling feelings of alienation From unsupportive friends and

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19 Years Old by CloudNumber8, literature

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19 Years Old

I was just nineteen years old When I cut myself in two The boy I wanted them to see And the boy they never knew Hid my hollow bones away I've been hiding ever since Yes, you may see the odd smile But only ever a glimpse But my heart was never broken It was born in several pieces And with every passing year The size of the segments decreases I was just nineteen years old When I died for the first time I did not cope so well With leaving my childhood behind I didn't want to face up To these wretched bent back blues But will I give in to the struggle? No, with respect I refuse See my grandfather gave me The stubborn heart o

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The Little Girl Blinked by CloudNumber8, literature

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The Little Girl Blinked

The little girl blinked and he was gone Unsure if he was ever really there But she knew that something had inspired her To do things she wouldn’t normally dare A teardrop too many he once told her Had brought him from the shadows of her mind As those around her began to wander Across her imagination's fine line But now he seemed to have walked away As she found the life she had long sought He slowly drifted back to the shadows From her notebook and her beautiful thoughts And the fools around her carried the spades Burying him with her imagination With an epitaph etched on a tombstone ‘Here lies my potential for creation’

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Bi-Polaroid by CloudNumber8, literature

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Bi-Polaroid

Will you take a Polaroid picture And shake it in your hand As you wait for it to develop Please try to understand That my smile might as well be painted My tears photoshopped out I'll add a caption on the reverse So there will be no doubt That I swing low like a pendulum In a grandfather clock That I fly high as a soaring kite With each tick and each tock Will you take a Polaroid picture And hold me in your hands As you wait for me to develop Please try to understand There'll be days when I'm as cold as ice I'll thaw myself for you And those things I said with aggression I will try to undo You should take me in to a dark r

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Mar 23, 2019

Is there any body out there?

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Hello there followers. It has been a long time and I'm almost certain that if anyone is reading this they are wondering who I am and why I'm appearing on their notifications. I think my account used to be called Rifle1980 and before that Souljacol.  I am here to see whether I should come back and start submitting again. I don't write as much now but I do still have passion for it. This place has really fond memories for me. Magical almost. I miss it a lot and I miss friends I used to have here a lot. I hope you know who you are. Anyway if anyone is reading this and remembers me just say hi. I would like that a lot. I may post a new poem