Tattered Lace I spasm inside myself slowly feeling my mind deteriorate My brain pounding as my heart stops I am sinking into myself Feel the grave around the edges cold and hard to the touch A vein pulses with life how life seems so far away upon a distant plain Always alone my soul splits torn and twisted watching the rain through ...
I acutally have a whole phone phobia thing, seriously. I hate using the phone, I hate even calling people that I know on the phone. And the thought of having to use a phone always gives me anxiety. I never answer the home phone when it rings. And so I never thought that I would ever own a cell phone, never saw any reason to have one, never had any desire to have one, but I have one now but only for very speicific reasons. One of the main things I use it for is sense ...
The Last Knight Only a distant memory remains old armor left to slowly rust in the rains for his honor only a single red rose as seasons pass each petal slowly blows Bards may still speak of his fames only a distant memory remains for a chivalry now long dead the last knight put finally to bed Somewhere perhaps a maiden wept all alone in the bed they once slept only a distant memory remains ...
Updated 12-01-2008 at 12:27 PM by Dark Muse
Love Like Water Love flowing like water strife before the calm
Poetry in Motion Poetry is motion ripples in still water a word is a pebble dropped from the sea of thought to make the calm treble Poetry is motion flickering in a flame with fires dance it sways filled with burning passion that never for long stays Poetry is motion a stir within the wind touch of a cool breeze that can build great power words that make the world ...
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