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Rose Jul 26
Round dim corner
The blood left me
A ghostly delusion
Was only love crouching
I wept inconsolably
When I saw you in your father's eyes
Warren Mar 11
I haven’t done everything I wished to do with you,
I never truly told you how you fill my heart so full,
I never took the time to give you everything you want,
But you died,
Now everything is wrong and nothing's right,
You died,
I’m confused I cannot think it’s hard to breath,
You died,
I know I hear the words but they’re not real,
You died,
Your everything I'm nothing without you,,
You died,
I wish i died too..

Bohemian Feb 18
Nights when the Sun bereaves
The moon in between the graveyardshifts
He is boundless enlightening her
While her baits are never unleashed
Moon,"A Midas touch,
Burns who touches him as me.
He's the Anno Domini worshipped,
While I'm a mere eclipse.
Perennially furious,
I stare at him."
The moon hoards his strength and perquisites that she gives.
Steve Page Nov 2017
like morning fog
over a late sunrise.
Like a discarded novel
beside half finished tea
and cold buttered toast.
Like a last breath,
a released hand,
and my unfinished prayer
beside dad's bed.
There's different types of quiet. Some easier to handle than others.
uzzi obinna Nov 2016
Where was i dear friend when they took you?
Where was i? Where was i?
Where was i when they sounded the trumpet?
Where was i? Where was i?

How did they conquer you?
How did they? How did they?
How did they rise again?
How did they? How did they?

I sent them to the abyss?
Yes i did.
I locked them up in hades?
Thought i did.

Do not let them take you far,
Trace the sound of my cry.
Do not trust a thing they say,
Return next to me and lie.

We will watch the stars again,
We will, we will.
We will draw faces from the moon,
We will, we will.

How much have they asked to ransom you?
Tell me, tell me.
I will do all i can to get it through?
Certainly, certainly.

Beneath the stars i lie alone,
In the valley of sorrow;
So much pain within my bone,
You are nowhere to fill this hollow.

Is there a place where you will be waiting,
For me to come set you free?
Or should i just sit here and wait,
For you to come to me?

I will cry no more but sing songs of the victor,
Maybe shall your captives faint at the sound.
Or maybe the shackles on your limbs be broken,
And in the vision of my eyes shall you be found

I will hold on to the memories of our past,
I will, yes i will.
May your face and the laughter not fade fast,
Be still, yes be still.
blood stained walls
and dead flowers placed
on a matchbox:
it all reminds me of you.

what does it mean, little sister,
to be dead?
Does heaven exist,
(and so does hell too?)
Or do you not exist anymore?

I am Orpheus,
hell-bound and obsolete,
longing for what isn’t there.
Fidgety Midget Feb 2015
I am so tired,
I cannot move
my life seems to have lost its groove

I cannot move on
God knows I've tried
But the pain simply wont subside

Look what you did to me
This is your responsibility

You were so selfish and  dumb
to your pain you finally did succumb

Look what you left behind
my life is now such a grind

I hate you so much for this
was this surely your last wish?

You know I lie
I could never hate you
I just wish I knew why

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