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Old 05-04-2009, 07:15 AM


Okay, I write my poetry like I talk. To me it's smooths things along as you read. Also, I'm not the greatest poet! But, I try to be, well at least I try to improve my skills. I have been published, not sure if you would allow the poem though, it's religious. Anyway, the last poem is a morbid one, and I'm not telling you what it's about either. It wouldn't be a poem if you didn't try to find the answer hidden in the words, now would it. xD Enjoy!




Years of Years

With all my years of age
And age of years
Within my solace I cry no tears
Prick me with a needle, I bleed
Do it twice and I die
Though, through the age I live
In memory and in fear
Years of old and of new
My life is forfit by you
Timeless is the sane
But, if you empty the bottle,
Age becomes infinte
Solace is a prison for all things new
I cry not for your or me
Though, one person does
He is nameless as is his bride
Long live years of years and long live time.

Wilting Heart

Pain consumes you
You fall to your humble knees
Breaths are sharp
Clench your chest
The shadow leaves you
You start to go numb
Pain is ever strong
It finally breaks
Leaving you crying, healing
It is shattered for now
Though, it will be whole when you find the one.

Faded

Blood pours down
Like a shadow upon her eyes
It takes hold and shes no more
Shes crying and trying to figure out
Why she can't trust
Why people leave
And why they use her so
The answers are faded
As the blood pours down.

 


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