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| Some Poetry |
| Her Story
"A pale shade of white, is painted on my face, I sit and look you straight in the eye Your hand is brushed against my cheek the paint smears to the color of cream The face of a hurt soul, has found a sense of redemption in this strangers smile... He wipes the scars from my skin, and then my heart tells me, i should know, i should be with him..." His Story "From the corner of my eye, i see a fighten girl, skin so pale, i cannot see her face my hand brushes this residue from your beauty, she smiles at me, my heart feels a burst of feeling So kind, so sweet, i cannot really believe, this is someone i've been searching for, i did not know exist, and from within, i am taken by her charm then my heart tells me, i should know, i should be with her" |
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Holding on by a Strand...... I am sick, i am torn, and my body sends a chill of sour spikes to my arms Depressed without anyone knowing hurt from pain of the past Sometimes i wish that i would just pass, to somewhere better, to not have any memories, I want to forget all of them Being alone, doesn't make matter better, friends that stab you, friends that love you, Why does it semm they cannot reach to help you? My mind needs to be free, I constantly think, ponder, and gaze into something that i do not know what it is A darkness of unknown twisting its way into my brain, cursing a fire of temptation into a broken glass I close my eyes to be at ease, but the nite brings forth a shadow of black racing to cut me with forceful gashes In my mortal state, i wish i were immortal, feeding on the lives of shameless people, the ones of society who are filthy With a grasp of my hand i am uncontrollably without a doubt, that my desire will rise, and tear apart the hear of beaten past Thoughts that stay with me forever, will not be released into freedom, until, the torture of whom did this to me, will soon die with misery and doubt in theirself..... |
| mEn....
Traped in a forbidden waste land Full of anger more than joyHuman species sit afloat drifting all will be forgotten in time, The mystery of the future ponders us all If we linger to close to it, we will watch each other fall Mists of dewdrops fall upon me, of few They didn't know they would say adieu Reaching out for tears of hope, but too lost to clear their throat As a cloud of dust swifts by, you can see eyes of hunger shining through Lost and Forgotten, Forgotten and Lost Cries of sorrow, rages of forgiveness, Seems all men tend to give us women, all this bitter sadness..... |
| July 7th, 2003
Your eyes remind me of fields full of green and I hope you are what you seem For a sense of content is reaching above me I get the feeling that I feel so carefree So come with me and our dreams will come true We can wander this earth together, just me and you |
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