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Post by danial on May 6, 2012 14:22:12 GMT -5
A fragment,a shard, litters and cuts My clouded mind A key to behold, Memories of my childhood shrines. A memorial dust, a timeless rust, Days gone by,time gone by, Like a faded Rose...
Whisper, Solace
My mind is a permanent evening Like a leaf in autumn, breaking away, From the tree of a lost morning. My soul is a complacent ship, That lost it's anchor,
Whisper, bring me comfort
The faded sails! The painful gales! Erosions of a battered psyche Like a cliff, no longer mighty Daylight wanes, Midnight falls, Mirroring the fall from grace blood of childhood dries and fades, Birthing the Dawn of youth, Full of lifeless breath And waiting fears my venture has driven cold. Wishes and prayers, A plea to return To a familiar tale And a lost acquaintance, One too many. Past is lost, Drowned,In the oceans of time Boiling with intolerance Towards my only companion.
-Danial
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Post by Robin B. Lipinski on May 8, 2012 12:01:07 GMT -5
Danial, it conjured up visions of deafening sounds losing to silence. I enjoyed it.
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Post by kalotaable on May 11, 2012 3:55:43 GMT -5
that was really something :')
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