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Longing(Repost) |
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Def-init Member
since 2008-12-03
Posts 186Toronto, Canada |
I hope it is ok that I put this poem in the Dark Poetry section. I do feel it is more fitting on this forum instead of the open forums.Hope that doesnt cause any inconvenience to the mods. I reach for the sky, I remember your every sound I reach for the past, I remember our every frown... A breach of trust, some fraudulent intent. To a greater extent, no elixir found for this torment This passage is dark... like scripts from the middle-ages The depiction of chalk line’s and a blue mist makes a real need for change in my future description I'm the colossus in a coliseum of boredom! Recklessness contoured the cosmos into a cauldron of disease and doubt. The very thing used to with-hold my true passion. When can we see each other again? When love is real it's awesome, but does it make you give in? Our end, was so deep I lost my way Couldn't even sit and pray Emotion forged in the heart Something I wanted from the start The very thing I thirsted for, tore me apart. I account for the many days since I have felt alright It's awful wishing no one witnessed the sight of me confused, Holding concealed the fire in me that burned. These prison walls contain the condensation of tears Contain my adolescent attempts at our relationships arrangement degrading this wide spread devastating diction Beyond comprehension my soul abandoned avidity Love that is divine, highlights smiles and shines the schismatic of love makes this skeptic surrender the nasty nature of love made me snap a violent volcano with no option but to erupt An oracle foresees my opposition as powerless a visual frame of rapturous radiance, untouchable. A violent velocity of verbal virtue, is spiteful. My thoughts of ending this wrongful existence with switched lanes, grinded gears, a grab of the wheel Along with the crash and squeal, bright lights, a dash of glass and a splash of real, to me are surreal. Why dial a phone that no one answers and cry by the sunrise? Why do we die to live, when all life dies? - If I cant bend Heaven, I shall move Hell - |
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zaxby Junior Member
since 2009-03-05
Posts 48California |
(a visual frame of rapturous radiance, untouchable. A violent velocity of verbal virtue, is spiteful.) great stuff, you must have time to think and its paying off. |
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