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ica-otoole
American
When we gaze at the moon And acknowledge its brilliance We often forget the stars, How their dimming light shines through Even when the moon is new For their light surrounds us On every single side Never leaving, everlasting
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Jul 13, 2010
Jul 13, 2010 at 1:27 PM UTC
Moon & Stars
Unfortunate successor, With regret I imagine you Reading the account I put here Regret partly for myself For I will surely be dead- Perhaps worse- Regret is also for you My yet-unknown friend Only one needs Such vile information My heir, I feel sorrow bequeathing My unbelievable evil Upon another human being
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Jul 13, 2010
Jul 13, 2010 at 1:27 PM UTC
My Dear and
A shot or item stolen By someone, or myself Maybe both, maybe neither Crime is crime Punishment is punishment Is it innocent until proven guilty Or guilty until proven innocent? Either way, someone must pay For hasn’t everyone done something Warranting conviction? Slowly descending into an icy crypt, Their silence mimics my own Half are me, Other aren’t quite as guiltless Trick is in the knowing Of which is which The long-necked key appears Sliding painfully into its lock A simple turning, a simple changing Opens the dark room of misery Promises of old are fading They weren’t worth anything anyway. Now only one oath remains The silver skeleton proves its trust And only after five years Do red bars constrict Closer with every breath There’s only a single way out
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Jul 13, 2010
Jul 13, 2010 at 1:22 PM UTC
Crime and Punishment
Drag me back, they will Tear me, until they’ve had their fill Scar me, the marks last forever Crush me, ‘tis their endeavor Whip me, I no longer feel the sting Blind me, it comforts as nothing else will bring Deafen me, my own screams do the trick Beat me, the bruises do not heal from the kick Break me, my spirit lies on the floor **** me, for I wish for no more
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Jun 23, 2010
Jun 23, 2010 at 4:18 PM UTC
They Will
During day, she is locked away Although in night, she returns with spite From the depths of depth itself, she awakes herself No longer holding control, there is nothing to console In fighting-there is no will, everything tried-she finds thrill Hatred-yet love, devil-yet dove
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Jun 23, 2010
Jun 23, 2010 at 4:15 PM UTC
Her.
With the fall of night And the vanquishing of light, The cruel creeping fingers grasp My throat, I rasp Everything goes white, everything is pale Nothing will suffice, nothing will prevail The cold cruel moonlight shines On the dark world, oh so divine Her face alight, not with delight Instead, austerity-never contrite Veiled animosity, so despised Never knowing the timing of true demise The cruel fingers continue to grasp
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Jun 23, 2010
Jun 23, 2010 at 4:14 PM UTC
Cold.
The cold November wind blows Sweeping things of new away Bringing back memories of old Drag me back, they may My desires of long ago, I behold Once again, pull me under the wave I believed that I had been already saved But such may be my final grave When these November winds blow
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Jun 23, 2010
Jun 23, 2010 at 3:32 PM UTC
These November Winds