July 7, 2011
By Live4literature SILVER, Homer, Michigan
Live4literature SILVER, Homer, Michigan
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Favorite Quote:
"If you do not love yourself, then who shall other than thee almighty?"
"Be like a postage stamp, stick to something until you get there"

I scribble these words of apathy onto a bleak canvas.

I right my sins before I jump into this ocean of knives.

I wish i could be frugal with a mere nine lives.

But i live in agony for i cannot die.

My eyes scan lone cemetery's in remorse.

This impeding life takes most by force.

But not I...

Bright light and streets of gold are faint dreams for a life so utterly cold.

There is no helping a severed soul.

I shall throw myself at any sort...

Because life for me will never be lived in fear of being cut short.

No tears can escape my windows, No sounds can caress my ears.

No laughter will be heard for many years..

I watch flocks of birds disappear into an orange horizon.I observe nature and love..

I await my chance to be part of the heavens above.

Sadly i am only a beast without fate, an immortal soul devastated by hate...


The author's comments:
This was written as i walked past a dark cemetery late one evening.

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on Jul. 16 2011 at 5:36 pm
CarsonFaircloth, Nowhere, New Hampshire
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I decided to check out one of your poems, and was glad I did. Really enjoyed it! You portrayed the emotions here well. :)


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