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11-29-2005, 08:05 PM | #1 |
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some of my none rhyming poems...
If God Decided To Pick Apart The Angels Wings (version 2)
I'm in love with an angel She has a broken halo, her wings picked apart Her poetry is written with her arm and a razor Traditional in the sense that she is in pain Crippled and bleeding, this angel of mine Cold and hardly breathing, this angel of mine Watch her cry herself to sleep Unmasked and undone To rise to the dawn as if the sun never slept and will never rise I can only stand aside and watch her die for so long. Crafted Hands from crafted hands build, mold, shape kill, destroy, rape the freedom that has molded you and put air in your lungs to voice an option better left unsung, void, said cold, helpless, dead from a memory forced and removed a little to the right side of wrong everytime the sun does not shine, rise, awaken shiver, tremble, shaken into a memory forced upon by crafted hands. Awaken To The Reality of My Dreams I'm having dreams or so it seems But they are more like nightmares The world is dying and no one cares I'm writing the end with paper and a pen Look back now or never look at all You'll fall through these dreams You'll burn through the fire I'll burn with you, watch me burn Gasoline fills my lungs I'm choking on broken glass Left crippled for forever Breathe for me. Removed From My Happy Ending On broken wings, I watched you fall through Fragile hands that found the time to break through the space Between me and this emptiness Where my mind fails me and this darkness is known as friend Until the end, suffocate and humiliate Dissconected from what I knew as life My happy ending ended when you fell from view. The Death of Me All communication has been ceased Our eyes give a glance and shows the ugliness That lies inside Physically disconnected Emotionally withdrawn Your lack of understanding will be the death of me. Heartless Heart in my hands, outstretched You have blood on your sleeve Walking around, my heart hits the ground Does anyone care...does anyone care I could pick it up off the floor But I don't think I care anymore But just like you I'll carry on, heartless and cold. Killing Today For A Better Tomorrow At the hands of me, a mass tragedy And the hatred we choked down and swallowed Was better spent on wasted tears Now all that remains has been taken away And all I'm left begging for are the words I couldn't say Forgiveness, what a slaughter house you've made What a road you've paved Leading straight into the arms of oblivion This is the end, this is the mass tragdey, and the sky And it's falling faster than we can question the reasons why Tear down your walls or captivate us with your lies But it's like this...it ends like this...everything dies Your soul wasn't something you could trade In the most beautiful way, we will fade Trust this and know You could leave us choking on our tongues And with our final breath Still, we would beg for acceptance And the comfort of your ever damning arms.
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11-29-2005, 11:44 PM | #2 |
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those were some of my faves kev
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