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Posted: Thu May 18, 2006 11:01 am
These are some old pieces that I wrote a long time ago.
"Crystal Wings"
Crystal wings broken to pieces laying on a soft carpet floor in a room that smells of roses
Screams of remorse cry into nothingness gunshots echo til they fade away
One heart is dead... the other wants to be... both torn into seperate worlds
A spider weaves her web in the ceiling corner she's never coming back... never coming back
He'd stare out the window, where she'd always be watering her garden flowers or reading under her favorite tree
the wounds grew deeper...
She came to him in a dream, begging him to set her free... ...still not letting an old memory die.
Screams of remorse cry again
An old man he became shriveled and shrewd he never left that room... her room...
She came to him once more. He rested his weary eyes.
Together they went into the light the memory died with him that night together they found peace...
But still, on occasions, Screams of remorse can be heard followed by echoing gunshots
Their love lives on...
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Posted: Thu May 18, 2006 11:04 am
"Untitled"
Megaliths stand erect an eerie silence blankets a world carved in stone the quietness lies...
Show the way to the past... innocence transforms a normal life, soon to be changed
Open the doors
The frenzy begins paint the walls crimson...
suffer the weak fill the silver chalice with blood, red blood...
Make the cries of pain come alive... cover them with pride. the secret hides it will happen again.
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Posted: Thu May 18, 2006 11:07 am
"Untitled #2"
Tiaras fade, floating through space into safety's arms you fly. Hide from the past, inside the jungle you thrive.
The throne is there, owned by a blackened heart. They've stolen away your most precious belongings
You won't remember until the time comes. All you have is an old locket that plays a familiar tune
Don't cry, little one ...but sapphires fall. Rebel and take control.
Only then, will you be free and able to walk beside the one you love.
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Posted: Thu May 18, 2006 11:17 am
This one I wrote 7 months after my fiancee died in a car accident. I call it...
"Bleed for me"
Sometimes when I wake up I swear that I hear your voice whisper, whisper and yet so clear
Sometimes I feel a warm hand tickle up my spine Is that you? Of course not... impossible...
Then there are the times that I deal with the rush anger and pain hit me as one These are the times I cry
I always think about you Hold you close so I'll never forget All the things you've done for me Now, I drown in your blood.
Sometimes I wonder What happened? How can this be? Someone please tell me why The guilt I carry consumes me.
Take it away Heal my wounds Unleash my angel.
Touch me, touch me let me feel show me the way out of this labyrinth.
Time freeze... The ultimate sacrifice bleed for me... so unreal
A hard slap stinging my heart the one time I choose to love its lost in the same breath.
Bleed for me once again. Promise me you'll stay. By the gods, I really do love you...
Please help me when I lack in strength Lend me the courage I need it all when I wake up and face the day.
What's yours was mine as what's mine was yours. You have died and so have I but as I live, so do you.
Complicated? No. Just a simple balance that we shared. Now how to get it back...
I bleed for you as you did for me. So close your eyes and rest, my sweet, for it is what you've earned.
I love you.
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 1:23 am
your 1st and 4th poems made me cry and as a guy thats hard to come by i love your work and i have felt the same way only allday after i read my poems about that fateful day when she tore my heart out of its socket i feel your pain, your tears and your deepest fears see my version and comment wont you? DANCING IN THE ASHES it is called
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 9:35 am
Thank you. whee
My writing style has changed over the years. I used to make poems that rhyme, but they became too easy. All I have to do is open my mouth and words just flow out. I haven't taken a pen to my poetry for 6 years, but I'm thinking about picking it back up.
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 4:32 pm
*bump*
(More criticism required!)
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 7:45 pm
My favorite is 'Bleed For Me'. I love the emotion. You really convey the feeling, and that always makes poetry above average.
I love all of these poems... I would really love to see more. You are really gifted.
~Kupo~
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2006 9:37 pm
heart heart
Thank you. (So sorry to take so long to respond... life has been keeping me busy!)
I enjoy projecting imagery and raw emoton. It is how I see daily life. I've recently picked up the pen again.. so expect more, soon! sweatdrop
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