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| More Of My Rantings For You To Enjoy..... |
| In The Garden Of Weeping... The one who believes in love has eternal damnation. Soul Mates are forever or just a one night stand..? Trying so hard to get ahead of the race - but seemingly three steps behind. Inside the heart there is a mastermind at work--plotting your downfall...into the abyss of melancholy. Pity follows you like shades of primroses...something was once there... Enjoyment...Happiness...Love. Replaced by spilled ink onto the tear stained paper your emotions found. Classic Butterflies float about... memories of when-- Laughter echoes through the halls- A past forgotten but always felt. |
| And I Shall Be A Queen As I sit on the throne of lonliness memories stir from the depths~~ Abysmal chasms of long ago. When I once had love but lost it in battle. I was afraid to stand...I fled the grounds of the heart. Having confusion muddle my feelings wrapped around a thorn. Regretful to this day~alone I am..with only my throne to pillow my misery. Blankets we have shared from then to Now-only in my dreams... Sighs of death creep upon my waiting soul...helped by along by the whispers of taunting. I shall not rant until the day of eternity. |
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| Death Of A Love Her hair was long her eyes were bright her heart was broken this very night. Tears pour down her lovely face as traces of pain hold out their case. Against her one true love against her trusted friend the ring that at one time graced her ivory hand. As hurt resides Sadness seeps into every pore grief calling out I shouldn't have wanted more. As the bells kept on chiming and the Pastor has left for home she looks at herself and realizes she was alone. For all through the months and all through the years they had both recieved nothing but cheers. But one day she had spoken her true heart love and gave him a rose, herself and a dove. Yet he rejected them all that very night Said it wasn't her it was him alright? She had once his friendship but took it too far Confessed her soul And was left with a broken heart. But her hair was still long, her were still bright, she died of a crushed heart that very night. |
| Sky Avoidance She sat there, reading, laughing now near to tears. A banket of hushness fell across the room-chills rippling in and out of bodies thumping at the door-tell them we're closed- no one is there yet the knocking sounds louder still. |
| "Believe nothing, no matter where you read it, or who said it, no matter if I said it, unless it agrees with your own reason and your common sense." ~Buddha~ |
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