Some random poo I wrote in my expansive free time
Majority of them follow the same style so...
Guilt
A single petal drenched in crimson,
Descends softly upon the cold.
The beauty of its colors,
Dissolve upon the surface.
The resounding sound of a drop,
Feigns ignorance within an ear.
A ripple upon the water,
Relaxes tension upon a soul.
The colors of the petal,
Beckon the dead to holler.
As its crimson beauty,
Melts upon landing.
The resonance of the tears,
Drains life from the living.
The flow of existence,
Is but prolonged in pain.
The facade of wealth,
The feeling of prosperity,
Disperses the sadness,
For but a short while.
As time fluxes past,
The long weary hours,
The agony from the past,
Build upon the sorrow.
Do not flee from those demonic things,
From the sorrow and guilt of a frightening past.
For this alone shall spare you grief,
In the present.
Dawn
A shimmering aura
Blurs into the shadow
Its once brilliant beams
But now an opaque cloth
The cries of the lost
Seek out redemption
An uproar resonating
From their dreary souls
Agony and pain
Seeps into their hearts
Their âcleanâ hands
But tarnished again
The eerie glass of the sun
Is but a reflection of a lie
Without the soothing light
They weep within the abyss
As I stare into that mirror
The husk of my soul
Its reflection commences
The blinding of my heart
Again and Again
I question my existence
To fill the missing piece
Unlodged in my soul
But as I weep within my darkest state
I glance up to witness the dawn
The once pale, opaque sky
Now a shimmering pillar of light
Winter
Upon the fleeting winds
Of the frosty north
The tidings of snow
And ice alike
They uplift the wings
Of this crippled world
With a new passion
That fuels the soul
With a rush of courage
The weak are strong
A new year of life
And a rebirth from strife
And what of me?
And this hymn I sing?
Of the snow and ease
Or of the New Yearâs eve?
I already know about
The truth within my soul
The unsightly fact that
Only demons exist in
This cowardly version
Of my hideous self
I search about,
So whatâs the answer?
Forget the world,
The pain and sorrow,
The greed and pride,
And even strength
For this snow that abounds
In flurries about me
Is in the present now.
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If you have actually read through all of this, I applaud you for your patience >_<
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Started by Destran, Jan 12 2009 02:55 AM
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