Sekrador
Loner
it dies, it lives, but does it really matter?
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Post by Sekrador on Jan 8, 2009 16:32:49 GMT -5
these might be some random poems i made up..... so don't go all "why did jonny do random poems? " well they're random alright....: so cold...the frostbite sapping my strength. all of its rushing away, leaving me here, all alone, not even my soul keeps me comfort. why...
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Sekrador
Loner
it dies, it lives, but does it really matter?
Posts: 43
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Post by Sekrador on Jan 8, 2009 16:34:10 GMT -5
also other people may post poems on here too, so let your heart out on here.
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Post by Faith on Jan 9, 2009 11:21:31 GMT -5
I haven't got much time - but here's one for you;
The weeping of the crow marks the beginning of the end. The ashes of the burning sage light the nameless sin. The final dying breath leaves just like the first. The earth uncovers blood red wounds of undying thirst. A single sound in the moonlight marks you for your crime. No one left to hear the siren, not one left this time. Fatal fatal burning gashes eat away the skin. Fatal fatal yeilding passage free me from my kin. Fatal fatal moonlit ashes love me one last time. Fatal fatal lone protector love me for all time.
i wrote that in my phone during a seven hour car ride. Ayup. Pretty dayum random.
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Sekrador
Loner
it dies, it lives, but does it really matter?
Posts: 43
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Post by Sekrador on Jan 9, 2009 16:43:31 GMT -5
save me, no one else can. the fire burns within, but the ice freezes without. it kills me, slowly, everlasting. the killing, of my soul.... your poem reminded me about the fire i had when i was 8. 3 out of 4 of my pets died in it. i ended up being very grief stricken....
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Sekrador
Loner
it dies, it lives, but does it really matter?
Posts: 43
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Post by Sekrador on Jan 10, 2009 11:28:11 GMT -5
the death of life, is the life of death. why do we be brought into the world, so we can just die? why must it be this way to us....
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