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Why is my heart so filled with sin?
Why must I struggle with this filth within.
Save me Lord from myself
And show me how to love.
It's a bright night.
I might write about:
Thoughts of a fight!
Then a flight from spite...
Don't bite.. You're too uptight.
But don't delight in your plight.
It's not right to skite.
What a sorry sight.
Gotta reach quite a height.
I'm not quite upright
On this bright night.
A broken man, shattered by his lover.
Fallen tears splash in the gutter.
I am sickened by this sinful world.
Why do people have to hurt one another?
Another Day - Another Night
Why do I sit at the computer all day
Whiling weary hours away?
I think the nights must know me well,
Hoping for something to cheer my soul
I fear the sleep that steals my time
And while away another day.
Frustration finds itself in you.
And if you weren\'t such a favoured friend,
I may have never bothered.
But since your friendship means so much
I will throw myself into the depths of despair,
And leave with down-turned face,
The notion of a friend behind,
Who shared my weekends kicking
A ball around a park.
I hope that we will long remain friends,
And with that hope I lift myself from the depths,
To enjoy your company as you freely give it,
And set my sights on the game.
Butterflies of Your Love
A torrent of soft wings flood
over my closed eyes,
as I see myself from the outside,
dreaming of you.
Butterflies (a million shades of white)
caress my face
and flow around me
Remnants Of Old Light
Of family that are gone.
A different life
Back when you were young and strong,
Now all that is remaining
Is light in your eyes.
[ a spark from starlightt1234 ]
Older Than AncientThe water you drink
Might be older than the sun.
Treat it with respect,
It is a gift from the stars
And the wellspring of your life.
Unfortunate PatrimoniesIf being the son
of Lucifer paints a man
as the antichrist,
I'm not the only scion
a walking apocalypse.
brimstone and aetherwhat's heard in silence
defines what we clearly are.
walking a fine line
between brimstone and aether;
Filling The Empty
Surrounded by life,
Your connections briefly fail
Taste of the future
All alone in the absence
Aimless drifting in the dark
Surrounded by death
Your connections remain strong
Remember the past
Filled with creativity
And bright young minds full of light
Time is a river
Never reversing it's course
Put down your paddle
Find a smooth steady current
And drift away on the flow
house of the hauntedapparitional
shadows drift within my mind;
visions on the wind.
wraiths are singing their dirges;
the real ghosts are memories.
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
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