m-r-j-graham - Hello Poetry

Instantly, lightning is shining and I am wet, I guess it is raining I plant my hands into the dirt an unspeakable tone starts to fly, I guess I am wailing there is no sun, the moon obscured the clock has stroke, the darkness flows I feel little knives landing on my face the wind is howling, I guess it's the rain I have no prayer, this night of terror monsters seem silent, but they are raging they can feel it too, it feels like ending I do this alone, no one is helping I try my last, to open this house this dirt feels heavy, my arms are breaking to reach the inmate, of this wretched grave I reached into the dark, no one called me brave I broke my hand, finding my fallen, and, good deeds never helped, nothing seemed grand

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Apr 24, 2015

Apr 24, 2015 at 10:52 PM UTC

My Fallen

Instantly, lightning is shining and I am wet, I guess it is raining I plant my hands into the dirt an unspeakable tone starts to fly, I guess I am wailing there is no sun, the moon obscured the clock has stroke, the darkness flows I feel little knives landing on my face the wind is howling, I guess it's the rain I have no prayer, this night of terror monsters seem silent, but they are raging they can feel it too, it feels like ending I do this alone, no one is helping I try my last, to open this house this dirt feels heavy, my arms are breaking to reach the inmate, of this wretched grave I reached into the dark, no one called me brave I broke my hand, finding my fallen, and, good deeds never helped, nothing seemed grand

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I expected to be But now I'm not I'm not the same since I felt something When no human light shed on me But, The creatures that be gave my raw hand to the wind Now everyone feels me But yet, I do not For light is far away and I feel stumped Let them who boasted reap the immortal harvest of the light I left my body behind and picked that dark fight, To reach the light A lot of vague ghosts abandoned it, Having seen it as it was truly the light But, no matter, I still roamed and swung my sword, That little beacon of light Undeserving ghosts left and I alone felt the knife to my bone in the dark And I alone saw, and felt that glitter of light that everyone hastily left behind The bare light, the naked truth that carved me open in that dark night.

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Mar 20, 2015

Mar 20, 2015 at 11:18 AM UTC

The Light That Carved Me Open

I expected to be But now I'm not I'm not the same since I felt something When no human light shed on me But, The creatures that be gave my raw hand to the wind Now everyone feels me But yet, I do not For light is far away and I feel stumped Let them who boasted reap the immortal harvest of the light I left my body behind and picked that dark fight, To reach the light A lot of vague ghosts abandoned it, Having seen it as it was truly the light But, no matter, I still roamed and swung my sword, That little beacon of light Undeserving ghosts left and I alone felt the knife to my bone in the dark And I alone saw, and felt that glitter of light that everyone hastily left behind The bare light, the naked truth that carved me open in that dark night.

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Don't listen to the song It's just a requiem for an old sword A silver sword turned dark A greatsword, a broadsword, a sellsword A soldier's life a king's toy And traces of blood The sign of another chance The silver not shining anymore Buried under the dark Succumbed to the way of life Don't listen to the requiem Don't cry to it's rhythm I'm just an old sword Cry for the mothers fathers Children Not me, Never me, My steely heart never deserved a cry

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Mar 18, 2015

Mar 18, 2015 at 9:26 PM UTC

Requiem

Don't listen to the song It's just a requiem for an old sword A silver sword turned dark A greatsword, a broadsword, a sellsword A soldier's life a king's toy And traces of blood The sign of another chance The silver not shining anymore Buried under the dark Succumbed to the way of life Don't listen to the requiem Don't cry to it's rhythm I'm just an old sword Cry for the mothers fathers Children Not me, Never me, My steely heart never deserved a cry

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Great walls push us from behind Mirrors stand idle in front of us I see cars changing lanes from the window aside Here we are, being crushed between ourselves and the images that once belonged to us The shining image of the future I expected to see ahead The band, I brought to chain a blurry future But, the image dripped suddenly into a well from my head The future spread and the band instead tied my flying nature I never saw myself to live a thousand years again So, again, I forgot to make the first moment begin

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Mar 9, 2015

Mar 9, 2015 at 4:54 AM UTC

The First Moment

Great walls push us from behind Mirrors stand idle in front of us I see cars changing lanes from the window aside Here we are, being crushed between ourselves and the images that once belonged to us The shining image of the future I expected to see ahead The band, I brought to chain a blurry future But, the image dripped suddenly into a well from my head The future spread and the band instead tied my flying nature I never saw myself to live a thousand years again So, again, I forgot to make the first moment begin

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