Dark Poetry #2 |
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firejerm Member
since 2000-06-13
Posts 217Springfield, OH, good ol USA |
Where does this end When does it die? Why are hearts broken Which makes our soul cry? Dreams are manuafactured To be taken away There is the death of romance Without a word to say. We believe in things Which imagination inspires A cruel reality sets in And extinguishes the fire. We grasp at a chance For a "happily ever after" Only to be subdued By the real world's laughter. Holding belief in rainbows And a gentle sky above Waiting once again To experience this thing called love. Call the cycle vicious Or maybe even sinister We follow this religion Which has no minister. So it never ends And it's true it never dies Our hearts continue to break And we forever cry. The dreams keep coming To us every day Only to be diminished And mysteriously blown away. Just like the rose The thorns on its side Yet so violated and exposed Its feelings it cannot hide. So we hang on loosely Praying we don't fall For if the heart strings break Surly we'll lose it all. In the end do we know What is truth or lie? It's so mysterious Even death may die. Jeremy T. Sellers 11/24/99 3:11 PM Okay, maybe the last line was from HP Lovecraft, but the rest is mine! ![]() "Those little slices of death, how I loathe them." -Edgar Allen Poe |
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darkstar Member
since 2000-08-09
Posts 230Port Richey, Fl, USA |
That's really good. I like the part "Dreams are manuafactured To be taken away" Dark Star |
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Lil OnE Member
since 1999-12-14
Posts 234Pasco County. Fl. |
Really thought provoking. I liked this piece. (Even the last borrowed line ![]() Never give your heart away, it will always come back broken. ~Lil OnE~ |
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