Unic Cjonr

Rookie - 0 Points (Capriborn 73)

Unic Cjonr Poems

1. Again And Again 3/1/2014
2. All The Same 12/10/2012
3. And I Pray 8/16/2013
4. Angered By Calm 7/2/2013
5. Another End 5/24/2014
6. Any Later 11/9/2013
7. Around And Around 8/14/2013
8. Ashes To Ashes 6/20/2013
9. B Yourself 10/20/2012
10. Be A Wo-Man 10/6/2012
11. Be Aware 10/15/2012
12. Be The Light 6/27/2013
13. Becoming Less 9/10/2013
14. Becoming Nothing 4/12/2014
15. Bed Of The Dead 11/28/2012
16. Before Tomorrow 6/27/2013
17. Being More 3/2/2014
18. Best 4 You 10/3/2012
19. Beyond My Reasons 11/1/2013
20. Beyond Sadness 10/21/2012
21. Bill Your Say 10/3/2012
22. Bitter Is Sold 10/3/2012
23. Black Burned Soul 8/14/2013
24. Black To A Crow 12/20/2012
25. Blame 10/14/2012
26. Blood Speckled Blond 7/1/2013
27. Bone Alone And Flame Throned 1/10/2013
28. Book Of Face 10/23/2012
29. Break 11/10/2012
30. Break Free 10/20/2012
31. Break, Not 1/10/2013
32. Bruises Of Abuse 1/18/2013
33. Burn My Candle, Burn 10/23/2012
34. Burning Ash Black 11/3/2013
35. Burning Scars 10/21/2012
36. Butterfly Knees 7/2/2013
37. By Suffocating I Breathe 7/2/2013
38. Can I Hide 10/21/2012
39. Candle Light Shadows 9/20/2013
40. Circle 9/28/2012
Best Poem of Unic Cjonr

Sleep

The night is grey - Deeply buried inside the faint of black - The breeze blow with the touch of blood - Dead beats the drum - Of a ridden heart - The sleep which creeps - By the bullet which sleeps - Barrel to my gun - Dormant she plays during the day - Filled the promises of a sleep - Creep to be well away - Sleep - Sleep - Sleep my beauty queen - Sleep to the unseen - Sleep upon the nightmare - Sleep in between my dreams - Succumb by sleep - Succumb by screams - Inside where I sleep

Read the full of Sleep

Sand

Hanged by the bullet, by the rope i am loaded into the gun -
I walk the path through the dunes -
Sand which will fill a millenium to the hour -
Seconds to the flame -
Burns dust into glass -
What once was, underneath my feet -
Now becomes the vessel of motion -
The carrier of liquid, sometimes the taste of wine -
The thirst by a cup, perfectly molded -

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