Dark Poetry #4 |
Searching for love |
Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA |
To the dashing twilight, That brightened his nightlight, Now leaves a man, Full of crater memories, Each wakeful day, He begs and prays, That the life that he had, Can be returned- someway, Foolish as he may seem, His plight is not hasty, For he had a kiss of heaven, Each heartbeat- racy, He has seen no angels, Or miracles in his life, But he met the perfect woman, His potential future wife, This is where u notice a twist, Where all this was budged, A touch of devilish wish, And his whole mind drugged, Now, don’t you start thinking? Giving your beliefs, As if your two cents count, It won’t relinquish his thirst, Some call him names, And others keep quiet, Fools love he had inquired about, And a life full of pain he acquired. I speak insanity. I write fantasy. I sleep reality. |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
Poetry that tells a story, bump for you. |
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Angelheart Senior Member
since 2005-09-08
Posts 754Jacksonville,FL USA |
This does tells a story I noticed and things like this happen. Thanks for sharing this. Poetry can get you very far |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
and this, I do believe we can all relate to. Reminded me of how I felt after divorce, actually. Well done. |
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xFromtheHeartx Member
since 2005-09-24
Posts 80Florida U.S. |
did this happen to you bro? it seems sad... thanks for sharring |
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Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA |
I wrote what happened in this poem. I speak insanity. I write fantasy. I sleep reality. |
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