DarkVortex
Novice
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words." -Robert Frost
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Post by DarkVortex on Sept 3, 2005 16:23:03 GMT -5
The candle light, and the somber night together all as one. By day break this poem shall be done. I assure you it is not of love and of joyous days. But of tears, and depressing thoughts in all the worst ways.
Life shall come and go to the last hour in ones old age. Thus having in the end the most authentic poet or sage. As shocking and far-fetched as it might seem. Living a life without flaws is a mere dream.
We pass by our loved ones unknowing of their horrid pain. Tis why most lives are ended, dieing in selfless vain. It's not the words within a fairy tale or a book. But the mournful ones whose own life they took.
Time travel is but a theory so what is done is now the past. The only light in the present is what we can make last. We shall not forget the ones we lost or the ones that fell. Knowing all will go to heaven and none to hell.
Soon the sun shall rise, blinding out the night. Today we weep for a life that vanished out of sight. A soul so pure to her words, who affected all life around her. Leaving this life with an immense love but with the slightest stir.
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Seth
Virtuoso
Root Beer Float
Play something country!
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Post by Seth on Sept 3, 2005 18:00:15 GMT -5
Misery and agony done beautifully so. Fantastic write.
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Post by alostandbrokensoul on Sept 11, 2005 11:40:48 GMT -5
this was my favorite but the whole poem was beautiful!!
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