JULY 27, 2008 - 9:57 pm GMT
This soul, why is it changing? I wonder
Devastated, I cried at dusk
Unclean, tainted with loneliness
Deep red crimson lips tasted of iron
A lost balloon in the twilight rain
Empty, undefeated, dyed with blood
When will I be strong?
My distinctly black heart
It seeps through the crystal clear water,
The mark of my sin
That person with trembling hands
Was saying something
I couldn't hear, distant memories
Can't go back, the insect barely breathes
With beautiful love the world turns to ashes
Awake in the savage night
Playing with blood, we joke
Atrocious urges strike
Everything disappears
God won't help us ...broken toys
Sand of the moon
A sky of ceaseless rain
"Pretty, isn't it?"
We were thinking farewell
When will I be strong?
My distinctly black heart
It seeps through the crystal clear water,
The mark of my sin
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wow
that is ... simply amazing. beautiful. it's brooding, but in a good way. this is pure genius. it's like you can actually feel it. i love it, i love all your poems.
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my insignificant dreams ponder, and my thoughts are too troubled. what can i do to see myself smile again? dream, run, walk, float, gently glide? looking back isn't the same as looking forward. yet, there always is a small sheer of hope i can count on.
incredible
this one has great depth! beautifully dark though, I like.
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In a real dark night of the soul,Its alwasys three o'clock in the morning,day after day
F. Scott Fitzgerald
WOW!!!
i don't know wut 2 say!! it's sooo incredible!!!!
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~I feel so much better now that you're gone forever I tell myself that I don't miss you at all~
you did it again
i felt that connection once again. and the imagery is still as strong as ever.
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"Why love if losing hurts so much? We love to know that we are not alone."
--C.S. Lewis