July 28, 2011
Dust I’ve gathered while in the Crypt
Wracks my cold soul still
In my bones and fingertips
Exhausted breath meets will

The Silk in my spirit woven of pain
Demands more than I can call
Through torrents of tears more than the rain
As always I meet the Wall

I was brought from no fire but with flaming tongs
You wrought me before your own soul
A Twisted Spirit in ancient songs
In the Fabric I am the Hole

My desire forever just beyond reach
As I sidle through the Age
Though even Death cannot keep me
Imperfection forever my cage

Brushing past my gaze of heart
The Light I cannot be
For Darkness is my candle
Though Shadows cannot see

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RayBaytheDinosaur said...
Oct. 24, 2011 at 7:43 pm
Love it! It flowed amazingly but i was a little confused on the message, but thats not nessasarily a bad thing for a poem xD
smiles365 said...
Aug. 10, 2011 at 7:54 pm
This is amazing! I love the way it flowed and the things you said!
DeusExMachina said...
Aug. 10, 2011 at 7:49 pm
This is excellent. Great imagery. I love the capitalization useage. Also, very nice rhyme scheme. I usually dislike rhyming poems but this one actually enhanced the feel of the poem rather than hindered it. Again, nice job!
thetruthawaits94 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 10, 2011 at 1:53 pm
This is great! I love the rhyming because it is does not define the poem, but adds a bit of interest to it. This a very interesting way to talk about about perfection. Good job. Check out my poem NO MATTER HOW LONG YOU SEARCH FOR PERFECT, please! it is more bluntly put, but similar theme to this one! 
Zildj This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 10, 2011 at 2:26 am

"In the Fabric I am the Hole"

GREAT line. Also the ending line. 

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