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short poems
Im just slightly despressed at the moment, so sorry in advance.
My essence pulses in my veins
Quickly slashed free
Flowing in waves onto my out-strestched hands
Falling from my fingertips to the earth
My sacrific finds its way readily to my maker
Willingly she excepts my gift
Drinking and channeling every drop
From this life lost
Others are reborn
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My tree, my grass, my respite
I come here often to ponder, to brood
Tonight, like others, I am disturbed
Here I am accepted, loved, adored
Out there I am scorned and ignored
I have no ties to this earthly realm
Fate is not my friend
So I must help him
He does not want a horrific end
But a slow self-infliction
My tools and Vials are strewn before me
My candles are lit, softly glowing
A gentle warm rain begins to fall
Thunder rumbles in the distance
As finger like lightening scars the sky
He is singing me to sleep with my favored tune
Ironically matching the outside, within
He calls me to him, singing his deep harmony
My cries mingle with his
Mutting my enternal escape
Until my body lay motionless
Like the leaves on a windless summer day
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Your tears fall upon my check
Half way rousing me from my sleep
You need not cry for me
I am safe, as are you
I can hurt no one as
I can not even save myself now
Drifting painlessly between both worlds
One of light, one of shadows
You cling to me as if you care
But you didnt before
Words you have never spoken, I hear now
Small is my regret
I have gone as far as I want
I have no will left
For you have broken me beyond repair
I am almost free of you
I see the soothing darkness
But you shake me from it
My need for escape is to great
So I fall into darkness
Yet I awaken to the light of dawn
Thankful for the daylight
But I am not free of you yet, but
I will be soon again
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Your tears are the rain
Falling on the window panes of my heart
And the storm in your eyes is like the lightening
That burns my very soul
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from the Havens I have fallen. . . to the earth as a mangled form. . . writhing in pain, my wings torn and bloodied. . . I have one purpose, only one goal. . . to find you and love you, for I am your. . . fallen angel
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