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 Nov 10, 2005 15:46:41 GMT -5
The day carries on only longing for something new. Gazing into the mirror my color today, like everyday is blue. I am the lowest note on the piano for my depths are bear. Sounds of joy and love leave my heart torn and without a care.
Exist I shall but only upon my mask will I be known. Thou shall not see my face for hate and death will be shown. So many words can describe clearly what may arise. Perish someday I will so don't let it be a surprise.
It is cold from the beginning to the end as many would say. This blade upon my skin releases the thoughts at least for today. Life is hell for when I die that is the beginning of heaven. Thy death shall come no earlier or later than the hour of seven.
The signs show how the world has brought down my very best. I am stuck in this body that is not meant for me to test. I lie in my garden weeping and asking my creator why. For this moment of few words shall be my last goodbye.
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Post by alostandbrokensoul on Nov 14, 2005 13:17:52 GMT -5
This was wonderful and beautiful all the same, i really admire your work, and wish that i could write like that again unfortunelty my writers block doesnt permit me to do so. Also your signature at the bottom is amazing too ill make sure not ot look down when i die. Alostandbrokensoul
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