10-05-2003, 11:57 PM | #1 (permalink) |
Psycho
Location: Somewhere between the Havens and the Earth
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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 _____________________________________________ 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 ________________________________________ 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 _______________________________________ 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 |
10-11-2003, 04:01 PM | #3 (permalink) |
Naughty Just Right
Location: Euphoria
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Good deep work.
Sometimes the best work comes out of me when I am depressed. I wish you smiles and better days. ~Angel~
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In the depth of winter, I finally learned that there was within me an invincible summer. ~Albert Camus |
11-02-2003, 11:23 PM | #4 (permalink) |
Addict
Location: Boone, NC
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I like your personality through your writing! It amazes me, the depth of your words! Pain can inspire wonderful works of art, although it is tragic, the release into the words is amazing!
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"the greatest trick the devil ever pulled, was making the world believe he didn't exist" -Kevin Spacey 'The Usual Suspects' |
11-09-2003, 07:11 PM | #7 (permalink) |
Illusionary
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blessed by a goddess
to write of a life torn, jagged as this broken mirror the words become ritual the pain reveals truth only those who suffer know of spring when staring into beltain fires you are captivating in prose
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha |
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