Poetry
Poems
The Fall of Rome
All alone and crying,Of this great empire dying.
All that we have been making,
Only things for the breaking.
Crimson blood being shed,
Saline tears being bled,
My word is falling down,
My world is falling down.
All around people dying,
All around friends are lying.
Blood and death and fear and pain,
I'll never again be sane.
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Winds
Warm winds, and roses blooming,Music forming, whispered words;
Strong winds, and love is coming,
Fire raging, burning true;
A summer of perfect bliss.
Faint winds, and leaves falling,
Songs dying, laughter fading;
Cool winds, and hope is leaving,
Fire cooling, passion fleeting;
An autumn of our misery.
Cold winds, and landscape barren,
Pale echoes, silence nearing;
Icy winds, and all's forgotten,
Embers fading, losing feeling;
The winter of our discontent.
New winds, and budding trees,
Soft sounds, a melody lost and found;
Calm winds, and past is present,
Final flame, never dying;
The spring of our rebirth?
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You
A single tear--pain
sorrow
From an eye--
somber
blue
Shows a soul--
broken
lonely
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Tear
One small tearIs a tear
Of the soul.
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The Light
I slide from the shadowsInto the illumination.
Oh, here is the light;
Let it shine on me.
It highlights my flaws,
Entering deep in my soul.
Oh, here is the light;
Let it permeate through me.
Filling my soul with guilt,
It sears me to the rotten core.
Oh, here is the light;
Let it burn through me.
Burning all contradictions,
It leaves me empty, hollow.
Oh, here is the light;
Let it destroy me.
It leaves my spirit
With a residue of hope.
Oh, here is the light;
Let it redeem me.
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Daggers
Tears like daggersInto her heart;
Each more painful
Than the last.
Feeling her pain
As it slides down
Her pretty face;
Feeling her hurt
With every sigh
Parting her lips.
Daggers like tears
Across her wrist;
Each time deeper
Than the last.
Shedding her pain
As it flows over
Her scarred arm;
Freeing her heart
With every slash
Parting her skin.
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Finally Free
She is finally free,Having gotten away from me;
Escaped from all the pain,
That left a terrible stain
On her innocent soul.
I became her ruiner,
My lies slicing through her,
Breaking her hopes, dreams;
Tearing at her soul's seams,
My words took their toll.
Perhaps she will rebuild,
Replace that which I killed;
Moving up, moving on,
'Til one bright, fine dawn,
When again she will be whole.
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