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Loss of innocence
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Loss of innocence |
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Marian's Lover Junior Member
since 2001-03-05
Posts 15 |
Crushed Girl in the dark Fallen under the trees Wild nights of passion Beneath the scented bush; Free as the winter breeze Leaves that carry the mixed fragrance Of almost forgotten past Wind that whispers through the scrub Thick and thin, like the buzz of a bee; She, who slumbers coldly Soft head buried in arms, Still listening for the tranquil voice of her lover Waiting, as tides come and go And the chill of the draught Once again moans and mourns; Weeping, endlessly Impending insanity The black night has no sympathy, And nor do the harsh rasps of the birds; However still this world may be, Enveloped by the shrouds of nature 'Tis ever so harsh to her sullen ears Lost in the darkness of eroded years... And ever quiet, unable to cope with the grief The pain, the loss, the unjust tragedy Bringing to an end the timeless memories, Shadows glare as seeping blood Is drained onto a fallen leaf. Brought forth by incoherent act And forced to face reality The course of nature, the trees Under which she first fell into his arms with glee And sought sweet darkness, forever; As the dew of fresh rain trickled through And sunlight blinded her with lust She stumbled into the dirty dust Her moist eyes clouded over; hazed Dazed by confusion over one true love; The crickets chirped there endlessly And blood-red roses grew; There, where she first encountered pain Innocence lost to womanhood Surrendering to her heart's beckoning call; Opened up and given as she so wilfully sinned Blinded by nothing but immortal desire She rests now, peacefully, heart on fire And sleeps with the dying gust of wind. The only guarantee in Life, is Death. - The Lord Buddha |
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Broken Member
since 2000-03-12
Posts 271The woods |
Surrendering to her heart's beckoning call; Opened up and given as she so wilfully sinned Blinded by nothing but immortal desire She rests now, peacefully, heart on fire And sleeps with the dying gust of wind. **************** Loved the end. Dark and beautyful, my kind of poetry. ~Broken~ Oh God! Why the angels fall first? |
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qtpieelmo Senior Member
since 2000-07-04
Posts 989Sesame Street :) hee hee ,NY |
This is great--I loved the picture it painted in my head  LOVE ELMO <3 |
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