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Dark Poetry #4

a manifest of soul

EveGnosis
Member

since 2002-02-21

Posts 300
New York, USA

0 posted 2006-05-13 01:37 AM

i cried until i died,
begging this world to believe
that equality exists.

of all the things we try to find... it's only love we keep.

Marge Tindal

Member Empyrean

since 1999-11-06

Posts 42384
Florida's Foreverly Shores

1 posted 2006-05-13 02:58 PM

Eve~
Thirteen little words that speak volumes~
I applaud you for this~

*Huglets*
~*Marge*~

~*The sound of a kiss is not as strong as that of a cannon, but it's echo endures much longer*~
Email - [email protected]

green_itchy_stuff
Senior Member

since 2003-06-26

Posts 1929
New Caney, Tx

2 posted 2006-05-16 01:56 AM

So you ended up in the cemetery. Stay there for a while and I'll just have to visit you...
Do a little improv whinning to God on guitar about how ticked off I am. Perhaps afterwards you'll actually walk again. Hey if Jesus can do it... He can do it. lol. Love ya bro...

God bless,
In Christ,
-Craig

balloons are made of rubber...
... and they float too...
as will I to Heaven once I die...

Hollow_Emptiness
Senior Member

since 2004-02-01

Posts 715
New Zealand

3 posted 2006-05-16 02:53 AM

Ah, boy. I love how you do this.
Make me all sympathetic and inspired.

True true poet, huh?

Much love,
Courts.

Come on God, do I seem bulletproof?

s1nfully_1nn0c3nt
Senior Member

since 2003-10-26

Posts 1105
Watertown, NY

4 posted 2006-05-21 02:53 AM

Short, And Straight To The Point, Great Write!

-Trina

I Thought of You Today,
And What We Could've Had
For A Brief Moment I Had You
And Still, I Somehow Knew
I'd Have To Let Go

Purity
Senior Member

since 2001-11-20

Posts 526
Once Upon, USA

5 posted 2006-06-03 12:46 PM

Yes, Yes, Yes... or I should say No... No... No...!
Wow. I am numb by your powerful short poem.

Wings bruised from turning away in such confined space...Not broken...still healable...still feathered with life, somewhere

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