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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2005 11:41 am
Fallen.
She walks the lonely streets Wind ripping at her Colder than she could ever imagine....
She wants to cry... Her tears leaving ice on her filthy clothing. The scarf around her neck slowly pulls the life from her.
She whispers to herself. She cries herself to sleep.
"They don't know what I am...." "They don't know I am real...." "But things are never as they seem."
She rises from her cardboard home. And looks to the sky.... The home on her brethren and Lord.
She spreads her soiled wings, and her face glows with blinding light.
A fallen angel Homeless and forsaken. Returns home.
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2005 1:21 pm
Who is Juliet?
Cloaked in shadows... Invisible in the prison That I awake in.... A Tomb of my Brothers...
Gothic Juliet.... Thy Name, We share... Despite our namless state.
We awake among the Dead... "What of my Romeo?" You gasp, before beathing. Cry to the sky, No Friar to comfort you...
HE'S DEAD.
He lies there on the ground, milady Bleeding... No poison to make it quick, Simple.
One last kiss before my end... The lips cold and dead...
I lift the blade of my demise... I cut my Wrists deep.
I will not play the sheath, The dagger rusts, not within... No, not even in Death...
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2005 8:36 am
stare Awesome, how is this, i am an apiring poet, let me know what you think.
~Endless Devoid~
Caught in the middle, Lost on the inside, Can't understand life's riddle, Noone in which to confide,
Leave this soul to me, I can have all and none, Oh, Why can't you just see, That, to me, this isn't fun,
I need that likeness to you, It gives me a resemblence of pain, I need to learn of who, Can help the devoidness in my name.
(What do you think, right off the top of my head.) question
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2006 2:33 pm
eternallove2 stare Awesome, how is this, i am an apiring poet, let me know what you think. ~Endless Devoid~ Caught in the middle, Lost on the inside, Can't understand life's riddle, Noone in which to confide, Leave this soul to me, I can have all and none, Oh, Why can't you just see, That, to me, this isn't fun, I need that likeness to you, It gives me a resemblence of pain, I need to learn of who, Can help the devoidness in my name. (What do you think, right off the top of my head.) question It's pretty good. You should join Allpoetry.com alot othe rpeople will read and comment your work. My name on Allpoetry is MerrickOfDarkness, look me up for some of my more recent s**t.
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