One September EveningIf you take a walk with me one September eveningOne September Evening
don't expect the rain to suddenly cease and let us pass dry
as summer leaves. There won't be birds fluttering about, no bees,
butterflies or flowers--all will be closing their most fragile lives for the night.
If there would be a moon, then we'll have
something more to speak about.
I know i'll fumble trying to piece together word by word, some meaning.
Laugh, if you like, so I could also
laugh at my mistakes. I doubt
if there'll be stars, unless the w
D R I Z Z L Eleaves shudder like birdsD R I Z Z L E
rearranging their plumes
i watched from the edge
of my seat beside the cold
morning window. it is Thursday feeling Sunday imagining
church bells.
D R O U G H Tthe wilted flowers, dark as they are, grow darker under your shadow.D R O U G H T
will you pick them, bring them closer to the sun,
to your eyes and examine
their deaths? the river has
confessed its secrets and we are here,
among pebbles and stones listening to the hushed
flowing of lives, wishing.
My Last WishSometimes I wish I could disappear Into a neverending pit forever free of fear never having standards to "fit"My Last Wish
never hurting people that I care so much about never making them feel feeble
my feelings they would never doubt
sometimes death is so welcoming I want to be consumed the thought oh so comforting forever locked in a tomb
my last wish is to be taken by death taste his immortal kiss take my last breath...
A Prison Without BarsA Prison without barsA Prison Without Bars
He was weak and oozing much needed blood in a small trail with each step but he had finally lost those pursuing him. Stumbling under the protective cover of the snow-laden boughs of an old pine he watched the wind and snow erase his tracks and caught the scent floating on the wind. His mouth watered with the warm aroma of the fresh blood within his reach. With food there would be shelter and a place to hide and heal. With force of will alone he trekked on letting his nose lead him toward the origin of the heavenly smell.
Abandoned by all that once claimed love for her, Heather had
Last DayMy soul claws at the skin that confines it.Last Day
Time once again to sit in putrid stink. That last day and it all went to crap. An endless journey,
Through the land of twisted cement snakes,
And through the land of spit fire… Under jagged steel claws,
All for nothing.
Wasted day of eternity.
Its time once again, Dare I ponder to use the tool of cold steel… To mask the pain that forever creeps into my mind.
Sas~
...Rise of the Harvest MoonThe skies blacken with the encroaching eve Spiders settle in the webs they weave Mocking bids silence themselves in reverence The stars don’t shine, in remembrance With the rise of the Harvest Moon...Rise of the Harvest Moon
The houses are cast in shadow as the sun sets Screaming hearts hush their morbid protests Eyes fall down then raise, blank, to the sky The burning heat within the iris that of a cry With the rise of the Harvest Moon
The dead rise to dance on Hallow Ground Spirits chorus together, singing with no given sound The dead soldiers of a blood-spattered history go unnotic
running away
Dazed
how are you?
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What about the life? It shines so bright now in my eyes
What about the death? Faith I found now life's my quest!
What about the dreams? There's new vision in my grief...
What about the fight? IT BRACES MY LIFE!!!!!!
(Lost Horizon - Welcome Back)
soon ill put some works here, ive been too busy in the last 2 years :/ sorry
but there s still time
cya
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What about the life? It shines so bright now in my eyes
What about the death? Faith I found now life's my quest!
What about the dreams? There's new vision in my grief...
What about the fight? IT BRACES MY LIFE!!!!!!
(Lost Horizon - Welcome Back)
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Hodie mihi, cras tibi.
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All your base are belong to ~burnchild.
Beauty is in the eye of the beerholder.
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Göttin, ich will nicht ein Engel sein, wenn ich sterbe.
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Jay
--- "I intend to live forever. So far, so good." - Steven Wright
And happy *late* New Years.
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"They tell me not to give in to love; that in the end someone gets hurt. But they forgot that love is e.n.d.l.e.s.s.."
I am the silencer of the grumbling tummies.
Believe it.
It's true.
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Hodie mihi, cras tibi.
I haven't had the chance yet to look at a lot in your gallery, but I do like your featured poem.
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Join the necromantic revolution!
Stand up for the rights of the vitally challenged!
Just because they're dead, they are stripped of all rights!
This injustice must be stopped!
Zeldenhandel, putting the romantic in necromantic since a few days ago.
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