| Prophecy When the sun fades away And the trees start to sway For the land's slipping into The darkness... And the moon seems to cry As her old lullably Is no longer remembered By us... Return to me On the wind, past the sea Gentle zephyr that returns With rememberance Surely one day When our life slips away We'll rekindle with the sun And the stars.... For when hope flickers out And we are filled with doubt Death descends upon us Forevermore... |
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My Darkest Days Night fills my head, Pain pounds in my heart Clouds fill the sky Lightning and thunder, Flashes of light The wind seems to sigh, For now, I know these are My darkest days, darkest nights, Darkest moon and sun; Hang from a thread of light It has begun... My darkest days, darkest nights, Darkest dusk and dawn; But now, the thread's dwindled Since no hope has come To save my lightless eyes Lightless days Lightless nights.... The sky is covered with thick Blankets of clouds Black as my hands... This empty shell of a body Hides my sorrows, my worries Keep it all inside, And still, I know these are My darkest days, darkest nights, Darkest times of all Into the midnight To darkness I fall My darkest days, darkest nights, Darkest times I know Hidden but still alive Beneath the snow As long as I'm dead inside No one will know. |
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| Hey. This is my poetry page. o.o I wrote all of this stuff myself.. Enjoy. Also, there should be more to come. o.O I just found the email of my old poetry from two good friends of mine, Tara and Phillip. If you wanna send me your poetry for me to post up here, feel welcome. - Sallia PS: The first three directly to my right are songs. o.o The first one without a name has no tune, yet, but I wrote in in 1st grade and I still remember it for some odd reason. In all due honesty, though, I'm jacked. I like this poetry, but it's too effin depressing. If that's your cup of tea, sweetness dude, but Poetry 2 and 3 are better. =) |
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| Beyond the fields Beyond the trees I can sense a glowing breeze For on this earth Regardlessly We live together... From the giant panda, To the fierciest lion Or even the smallest mouse Truly, we should live in harmony. Emerald forests, drenched in life Should be remembered as sacred For while we do not live within them, Our neighbors do. |
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| Dark marble arches Polished tile Outside, death marches Onwards, to our exile People who drown In their own denial... You suffer from the sound Voices crying Bodies fall to the ground The planet's dying Cracked and parched But we're denying To have any part Though we're partners in crime Controlled in the dark Lost within endless time We never look back To what we've left behind Until we attack Our soul that remains Eternally trapped But life's just a game That we never understand That you never can tame A part of this land Is one with my dreams As gold as the sand That, warm and serene Awaits the first dawn That has stopped to see That life waits beyond The stars and the night And with it, we'll bond Until all the fright Within us will die Then all will be right Beyond the sky Opulent things But no one asks why Constantly, our dreams Rapidly last Within the seams To ocean, cast A shattered memory Of a cherished past This silent revery Drifts beyond space Weighing so heavily As to take the place Of guilt and of sorrow That decimates Me, but with tomorrow We will encounter Contemplations to borrow As to pass the hours That just drift away Beyond no such power That I can relate The nightmare continues Although I'm awake. |
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| The cold wind Singing a melancholy Melody.... My eyes glance Outside, through my heart... I keep wondering, Are they joyous without me? Daydreaming, the sun having set Long ago, I keep expecting to see them Waiting for me outside Amidst ghostlike snowflakes Like phantoms, though, They never appear. My heart, bleeding A different kind of blood I nurse my wounds Silently Torn bandages And red-tainted tears staining Pale skin... |
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| Eyes that peer Out from R d a n r i o ps and pine trees Waiting In a sacred Field.... The winds swirl As tears f a l l..... But yet, you smile.... . . . This place, that seems Magickal Yet, so melancholy.......... |
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