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larry-b
We're always trying to see the future Never looking at our past Not thinking about the things we've done Or the shadows that they cast We crave the mystery, that we haven't seen To see what road life takes Marching ahead and never looking back To learn from our mistakes For today is only a stepping stone That leads to tomorrow's door The signs that history has placed in our way We only choose to ignore For yesterday's gone, it's slipped away And never even put up a fight So we'll go through life, searching for things Just barely out of sight Stepping on butterflies, both day and night Where ever butterflies are found But no one's around to hear their screams For the future can't make a sound
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Sep 27, 2011
Sep 27, 2011 at 8:28 PM UTC
Stepping On Butterflies
At the bottom of every barrel You'll find the broken and the cracked The people who live in shadows Those who don't know how to act The backward and inverted The awkward and the shy Just people looking for answers Just people asking why The outcast and the lonely The scared or the abused A person without a friend Or a friend who's been misused Just people looking for people To fill a hollow hole The empty who hunger and thirst Or maybe a tired soul At the bottom of every barrel And maybe you didn't know it But if you're looking hard enough You'll even find a poet
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Sep 26, 2011
Sep 26, 2011 at 2:41 PM UTC
The Bottom of the Barrel
Oh lady fair, of twilight mist Why must thou leave so soon? What beauty will thine eyes have missed Beneath the coming moon Thou hath never seen the dark of night Neither the stars so high Thou hath never seen the bright sunlight That kisses the eastern sky Trapped between the night and day In a place thou can't escape Never to see the magical way The shadows change their shape Just a prisoner of the inbetween That vanishes in the night A legend told, but never seen A mystery to the light Though fleeting is thy life long curse Thou art blessed never to know it For thy name hath inspired many a verse To many an unknown poet Oh lady fair, of twilight mist Why must thou leave so soon? What beauty will thine eyes have missed Beneath the coming moon
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Sep 26, 2011
Sep 26, 2011 at 2:39 PM UTC
Twilight
To all who write from within their soul I leave to them my muse A curse to me I couldn't console A curse I couldn't refuse To all of those who write of romance I leave the spirit of my lovely Lenore For maybe in death I'll get a chance To be with her once more To all of those who write by night I leave the darkness, my captor of dreams And all the demons that held me tight The reason for all of my screams To all of those who write of pain I leave my broken heart A lonely spirit that left its stain And tore my world apart And to all of those who write of death By the light of an empty moon I'll send the reaper to steal your breath For you'll be with me soon
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Jun 28, 2011
Jun 28, 2011 at 11:31 AM UTC
Poe's Last Will and Testament
Touch not the heart that doth not beat for you Plant not the seed of sin that grows to lust David and Bathsheba already knew The fire that burned within would ****** trust Keep not hidden this flame that tempts thy soul Cast out the embers that cause thee to fail Why keep a flame that thou cannot control? Doth not the embers spread that lead to hell? Temptation comes in many hidden forms The forbidden fruit grows on many trees Why cause the winds to blow that bring life's storms? Rather be content with the gentle breeze Let not the eyes condemn thy very soul Cast out thy lust and keep thy body whole
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Jun 26, 2011
Jun 26, 2011 at 4:36 AM UTC
Forbidden Fruit (Sonnet)
Today I found an angel's wing Just lying on the ground As I held the feathers in my hand I couldn't even utter a sound I wondered if she had fallen Or maybe been hit by a plane I had to go ask my mama I knew my mama could explain As I ran into the kitchen I couldn't find her anywhere She wasn't on the front porch swing Sometimes I'd find her there When I stepped into the backyard I saw mama on the ground I ran to my neighbors as fast as I could And told them where mama was found The neighbors called the ambulance They said mama had gone to Heaven Daddy came home as fast as he could To his sons just six and seven Daddy tried his best to explain to us Why sometimes that people die He said she's in a better place And that it's okay to cry Mama took us to church on Sundays And she was always the first to sing But I knew Jesus needed my mama that day To help the angel with the broken wing
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Jun 21, 2011
Jun 21, 2011 at 12:31 PM UTC
Angel With the Broken Wing
Three red roses placed on his grave And a toast to the fair raven's friend A master of words, born to die young A poet with an untimely end His Tell Tale heart now silent and still Never to be heard anymore But weeping still heard, tears fall like rain From the spirit that he called Lenore Forty years old when his quill ran dry And could barely even make out a sound "Lord help my soul" were the last words he spoke Before they buried him deep in the ground He wrote of the darkness that haunted his soul And the spirits that invaded his mind Sanity was tempting him just out of reach The one thing that Poe couldn't find A bottle of cognac and three red roses A stranger would place on his grave A small price to pay to the poet of poets For all of the joy he gave
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Jun 18, 2011
Jun 18, 2011 at 7:35 AM UTC
Poe Poet of Poets
"Look at me," the letters cry out As they fall to the paper below Words taking shape as letters escape While forming an intricate flow The "M" takes its place beside the "e" And a word is suddenly born The "N" takes it slow but makes friends with the "o" And a brand new allegience is sworn The "U" and the "s" are standing in line With each one awaiting their call Up comes the quill who just had its fill Now "us" can finally fall The "T" and the "h" call out to the "e" Though nothing but silence is heard The "e" has been busy which makes him quite dizzy But joins them in forming a word The "E" and the "n" wave to the "d" The last letter the poet will send His quill running dry, he now says goodbye For he has finally come to "THE END"
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Jun 6, 2011
Jun 6, 2011 at 7:55 PM UTC
The End
You are my need, my understanding You are the prisoner of my stare You're my fantasy, my reality You are my comfort in despair You are my need, you're my hopes and dreams You are the very breath I breathe You're the words in every love song You're the magic up my sleeve You are my need, you're my confidant You are the blessings in my prayers You're my rose among a world of thorns You're the diamond my future wears You are my need, you're my resting place You are my shelter in the storm You're the fire in the cold dark nights You're the ember that keeps me warm You are my need, my satisfaction You are the reason that I succeed You're the love that only comes once And I am captive to my need
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May 27, 2011
May 27, 2011 at 7:08 PM UTC
Captive To my Need
Vanquished by my hopes and dreams Held hostage by reality I stumble through this thing called life A prisoner of mortality I know not what tomorrow brings My mutinous dreams have fled My hopes have long since passed away To never know where they led Humbled by my crippled past My spirit, weak and weary By casting lots, I choose my path My future, bleak and dreary Hampered by my lack of faith I wander to and fro Absent from my hopes and dreams I know not where to go An abyss of hollow understanding For nothing's as it seems A life no longer worth living That's barren of hopes and dreams
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May 19, 2011
May 19, 2011 at 6:43 PM UTC
Hopes and Dreams