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You don't have to read or comment or anything- I just need a place to write- apparently I have a "dark" soul...also I love Oscar Wilde.
ART FOR ART'S SAKE AND NOTHING MORE!
(it's been awhile- if you do comment be nice...I used to be on top of my game...)

Take 2 (I wrote this once and "lost" it- this is as close as I can get it)

Monsters on the celling
Angels on the floor
Look around the drawing room
And wonder what they're for.

Not for Tennyson's Shalott
And all the lessons we've forgot
But for the creatures
And they're mighty speakers
do these lies we call truthes
Live on.

Wind and Rain

Wind and rain beat against my door.
You do not.
I have no peace of mind or soul,
You took them when you left for something more.
Please,
Bring them back.
And take the rain with you when you leave.

Trees

I knew a tree once; he was more humane than most.
He demanded a funeral for a comrade killed in the war between Winter and Spring.

The war it was long
and the details I'll spare
But for to say that the fallen one
Gave his life holding back
Winter's last icey drive
and helped make way for Spring.

The funeral it was short but deserved.
No human remembers this tree.
But his funeral was in the open for all to see.
The trees grouped around him in a semi-circle,
Mourning their loss, Spring's gain, Winter's defeat.

This tree is gone, as is Spring.
Who will fall next year?

I'd read yours if you want...my mom is a newspaper editor so I kinda know what to look for ( except in mu own work).

I like to think of poetry as words flowing on paper like the way water flows in a stream...if you could see the image in my head...

hey! those are pretty good! (I don't subscribe to the theory that poetry has to rhyme however. But that's just me)
heart HG

I must admit that I do like to rhyme sometimes...but only on purpose it sounds weird when you rhyme, by accident, when you're speaking... sweatdrop

oh, give me a break! sweatdrop Haven't you ever noticed when you or other ppl do that? It drives me nuts! scream
heart HG

ok, seeing that its poetry
here are some of my reasent poems
i made these in like 5 mins soo critiziz me
p.s all my poems are in my journals

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"I walk a lonely road, with my hands in my pocket,
thinking of what lies beyond the narrow path of tommorrow,
then i see the light at the end, then i feel a slight pain in me,
then i lye on the ground to rest in peace"

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Betrayed and left for dead, lying on my coffin bed
thinking "what has become of me", I said,
saying my final words i close my eyes,
seeing the place i sougth to never see

a beautiful place of wounder and peace
yet a tought came to me, of a simple thing
i was not in the paradise intended for me
i was in the dream promised to me

i was dreaming the dream of another
i knew no-one other, to think of such a thing
to think of me in such a way, to think of me
to intend a paradise for me to stay,

yet the dream was not a dream
it was my rest, a rest i knew would come
the final slumber that would take me
then i utter the name that has given my paradise

thank you my Lord...

...
i feel sooo damned....
sooo destroyed..
sooo broken down..

and yet, the moment i saw you, my pain went away, my sorry disappeared, my sadness was gone
yet those things returned, when i saw you walk away.
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