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elias Nov 2014
Hearing the echoes
Madness grows
The years of my sinning
Teach me to show
A heartless feeling
Of pain and regret
These wounds were opened
Like lines in the sand

For the darkness
Has broken our homes
All that we wished for
Like fools on a rope
I can feel it
The desperate control
A burning passion
When love takes it's toll
Yet souls have a reason
And I won't let go
elias Nov 2014
You're scared to put yourself
Out there now
You don't open up to anyone anymore
You don't let alot of people in like you used to
You've changed
You're more guarded
Your mindset is different now
You're not the same person you were before,
Just because of one person
elias Nov 2014
Sometimes I find myself crying in my room,
wishing to go home
Then I realize,
I am home
But I’m not happy here
I’m so homesick,
but I’m homesick for a place
that doesn’t even exist
elias Nov 2014
I'm living a life of misery
Always there just under me
Haunting me,
quietly alone
It's killing me,
Dead and gone,
what's done is done
You were all I have become
I'm letting go of what I once believed
  Oct 2014 elias
Gabriel Dorian
Poetry is the heartbeat of life;
Each poem develops us from existence to experience.
It is the answer to all forms of strife,
For every single word written
Delivers an unspoken truth by the giver.
It acts as if it is the logic behind literature
A fire driven by the desire of every creature.
To make up the pavement on the road less traveled by,
To not just gather roses but make use of them,
To realize that the fault is not in the stars, but in us,
To not be resigned in living a life of quiet desperation.

Robert Frost, Robert Herrick, William Shakespeare and Henry David Thoreau,
They are noble men.
They are poets.
They have understood that poetry sustains life.

Poetry is a noble pursuit.
It is needed to sustain life
Thus it develops us to a greater form of humans
We are slaves to its will
For we merely not write poetry;
For it is poetry which writes us.

An Ode To Poets,
To honour them for their noble deeds.
An Ode To Poets,
To live by their noble deeds.
elias Oct 2014
Nighttime is wasted on the owls
and the bloodshot eyes on the prowl
Human air, sticky skin
doesn't let much else in
Just say the word and I can be gone in an hour
say the word
and I can be gone in an hour
elias Oct 2014
Hearing the echoes
Madness grows
The years of my sinning
Teach me to show
A heartless feeling
Of pain and regret
These wounds were opened
Like lines in the sand
The world is sleeping
But they still have hope so
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