Stanind at the Riverbank at Dawn |
I ended up browsing through this and deleted some poetry. I had forgotten about some of that, but it's gone now. In the darkened nightI went into flightto fight off the evil you brought here.What l...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Nov 2009 07:13:00 GMT |
Amethyst Lullaby to Immortality |
In the first cold nightthat birds of a feather took flight,I watched a tear fall down your face.A little goes by without so much as cryingover dead sheep,with their skins peeled and harvested forthe b...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Nov 2009 13:45:00 GMT |
Unnamed Poem |
In the dark recesses of my mind,the golden gate shimmers beyond adamantine.I have no words of solace or hateto confuse you.Only the silent spells I cast to use youfor my own wicked purposes and speak-...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Oct 2009 11:44:00 GMT |
stream of thought |
Silence drags across the bog and pins down some suffering--and emptiness reaches out and curls its vine-like tendrils roundmy throat.The presence of it is suffocating,like a beast to early has awoke.L...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Apr 2009 09:33:00 GMT |
-_- |
Water in the veins of a falling birdflows freely from land to land, from heaven to earth.Why make a sound for the world to hearwhy bear in mind what we all ready fear.Tired.
Posted by on Fri, 20 Feb 2009 08:37:00 GMT |
Never |
I have not been this depressed in a very long time.I have never had arms to hold me that were not therewhen I cried.And I do. Darn my pathetic attitude,no quiet soothes me now. All I want is peace of ...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Feb 2009 13:54:00 GMT |
Alarm in the Bird |
Where have you beenI've been looking everywherethere's no time leftwe need to get out of here.Tell me the secretway out of this place.I don't wanna die subjectedto your hell-ridden torments.Walk along...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Feb 2009 14:07:00 GMT |
Freedom from Thought |
I chased the silencedown the hill.I could see ittumble down from the heavensand you have no shameor guidance.So here I thoughtyou were excellingall expectations-all representing broken pieces, damned,...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Feb 2009 12:21:00 GMT |
Various Written things of No Great Importance |
Diamond SuitcaseI can't take it anymore,this twist & pull of mind games.All your speeches lack control--the inner-depth of silent reasonings.Tick- tock,the mad hatter's here to steal,what's left of yo...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Feb 2009 12:34:00 GMT |
If You Could Help It |
If you could be better,I wish that you could.Your arrogance makes me sickand the way you rule us I know I shouldleave and never look backbut the though of you hurting each otherstops me.I am angry and...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Feb 2009 12:26:00 GMT |
