Open Poetry #3 |
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Echo Rhayne Senior Member
since 1999-09-17
Posts 1495Canyon Country, CA |
Falling above a liquid sun appears to be a lonely one. Pulsing, beating, under my skin; you are lost where I begin. Tear at your heart, your conscience bear the pain of denial, fret or care. Dark and treacherous are your lies. You are alive in the tortured skies. Smile at your wisdom, hope to show the only thought you do not know. Breezes toss your sandy hair. You and I are never there. Wait for the bell, oh lonely guest, to summon your faith on the unknown quest. Smile at your lover, oh lovely face. You hold the honour, I the disgrace. Watch out the window, never fear; there never was a villain here except for you, bearer of sin. You are lost where I begin. ------------------ ~*~ Time erases and rewrites all the lines. What remains is the poetry! ~*~ |
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U K Hero Member
since 1999-08-08
Posts 266England |
I liked a lot of your words hear Echo. |
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Systematic Decay Senior Member
since 1999-09-15
Posts 1301That place with padded walls and funny people in white......... |
You are lost where I begin. Great line, and one I can relate to. ------------------ "Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage." -Billy Corgan- |
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