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Be Not A SpiritI know of a place Where the music doesn't play The silence takes hold of you As you live your darkest day Til you are crying for an end You plead for the sun I have been there so often I know just how it's done Then she heard my voice softly As I called out in the night She stretched out her hand to me To save me from my fears As I held her in my arms The music came back to me As I knew for sure She was my one and only She's the reason my heart is full For her my love will always be pureBe Not A Spirit
by ~llinus
The Night Of My Lords Birth What is the issue? This problem that plagues me? Why does this feeling of depression hold me so? There's been no catalyst to such a feeling that I know. Anger might be a feeling I should know, though I do not. Depression is an inappropriate sentiment, just emptiness. I feel nothing. Literally I have no emotion, though possibly that evokes sorrow. I cannot decide whether the emptiness encompasses my entire being, or if the emptiness that is completely real is causing sorrow which clothes the lack of feeling in a cloak of depression.The Night Of My Lords Birth
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by ~llinus
This. Life.I know not why thy faculties have been taken And the semblence to life removed. I know not why such power acts as it does I know not why the river flows in it's path Nor why the man grabs for his life in the depths of an ocean I know not what a man may or mayn't possess to be holy I know not what my Lord truly asks of me Though life is here And so I live.This. Life.
by ~llinus
This I Feel, Be It Age?This emptiness is interesting The ill feeling which I possess Is somehow wrapped in nothingness To know all and naught in the same instant To fear and yet have bravery be thy only friend To want nothing in the greediest manner man knows To be the selfless begger The poorest aristocrat The emptiest poet.This I Feel, Be It Age?
by ~llinus
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For AmelieWhen Autumn’s sonorous slumber cedes To Winter’s deathly torpidity - Rending asunder his blood-painted leaves Like a sin ripped through veils of divinity - With a leaden sorrow o’er my ashen heart, And a mind predisposed to morbidity, I stand, like a soldier by Mars torn apart, Knowing never again of sanguinity.For Amelie
With Winter’s frorn fingers touching my brow, And her sad tears soaking beneath me, And the funeral songs that I far too well know Merging with a storm’s gloom to enwreathe me; Ere I yield to grief, and fall down on my knee, E
by *Revirescence
Tangled ThoughtsNo poems care to comfort me No words are willing to clear my head No thoughts come flowing from my pen No dreams will deign to share my bedTangled Thoughts
I used to sleep with company To doze with dainty desires But now it seems my mind rejects Those floating, smiling sires Instead my head’s been filled with fluff With engineered tomfoolery No longer can I find my thoughts Amidst this heavy schoolery
My florid fancies and swooning sighs Have decomposed under scrutiny And inspiration has been so choked That is has no will for mutiny
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by ~love-me-choey
Song of SeaWho sings that Song? That joyful song, Sung; swiftly, softly, separately.Song of Sea
Upon cliffs (he?) stands, back turned to the land, crying out with me. These tears he cries, This song we sing, We sing out
for thee. A song of Love, a song of joy, these tears, (not woefully), fall down into the Sea. Much like the sound, of Our song. Sung: in humility. We use the waves, the churning depths, to express Our love for Thee. For you, O’ land of rolling hills know not our love for Thee. Unless We sing ou
by ~naugustine
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- Current Residence: Michigan
- Interests: Music, Theatre, Writing
- Favourite movie: Boondock Saints
- Favourite band or musician: Conor Oberst
- Favourite style of art: poetry
- MP3 player of choice: ipod
- Personal Quote: I wish the sun was eversetting
- Tools of the Trade: pen. paper.
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you have an amazing talent for writing poetry. and may I ask the name of the young lady you write for, because if I may say so she is a very good insperation.
welcome to DA
It really means a lot
And welcome to dA
~Kassi~
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“Words can be like X-rays, if you use them properly—they’ll go through anything. You read and you’re pierced.” ~Brave New World (Aldous Huxley)
Because smirking is way sexier than saving the world .:.Fire&Ice.:.
Opa!
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