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writerReader Aug 2018
How sad the wind howls tonight,
how lonely.
It calls to my waiting ears through the window.
How long must I wait for the time to come
and how far must I go?
Does it call to you?

How long must my feet tread,
how long on this path should I head,
how long must I await the call,
for how long on my knees must I crawl?

Does it call to you,
for how long does it call to you?

How long until I’ve gone mad,
how long ‘til I hear the bell?
I have heard a swan’s song through the mist,
and how long will I be missed?
Do you hear my song?
Will you answer when I call?

How far it is until this path ends,
how far until this road fails?
How long have you heard its song?
And how long did you ring the bell?
Do you hear the ringing bell?
How long will it trill?

How long ‘til journeys end?
How long will you be my friend?
Why does the wind call to me,
And for how long must I wail?
Does the wind call for you?
Does it sound lonely?
I don’t really know
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
Moon shines with wisdom
Happy thoughts within this mind
The stars, my lanterns
Queen Lyn is looking at the stars from her chamber, with high hopes for the future after her achievements today!
Lyn ***
Karliah Jul 2018
Please fair partner, help a soul whom is stricken,
Bend down as I lay here and yelp solemnly fading,
Hurry before I succumb to the pain and infliction,
Assist a fellow player in delaying an early ending,

Do you not remember me aiding you previous?
Have you forgotten our loyalty, our engagement?
My willingness to fight does not make me impervious,
Not to bother and beg but I’m fading into pavement.

My vision has turned a deep shade of ****** red,
An ombre of grey is mixed as seconds tick by me,
These hands clutch and contain a weapon great,
Show mercy fellow samaritan, stop to save thee,

Give me the savior’s juice, dying is simply no fun,
Please good teammate, revive I have the raygun..
Hopeless Outlet Jul 2018
I raise my hand up to my ear
Empty without my phone
Maybe it'll happen tomorrow
is what I said about yesterday's tomorrow, because

This is when you would call
This is when you would call
Was told of the end that comes to all good things.

Have you dialed my number only to then take your hand off the latch
of a door where something made of be us
Grunts and screams and moans and pleads

Who do you say "Hey there",  to now?
Did their day make you smile?
Laugh in sync?
Did you pause in mid sentence as your eyes saw the time?
Because....

This is when you would call me
This is when you would call me
Why can't you ******* call ME?
***** when what you're used to doesn't exist for you anymore
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
My black phone now rings
I heard news of my blood test
I am so relieved
Annnnnd... My blood is perfectly fine! Thank God for that!
Still doesn't explain my headaches but I'm glad my blood has no issue!
Lyn ***
^.^
Jay Dayz Jul 2018
I cant write a poem today
because the endless words will fog the purpose
I'm sorry for all I've done
My mistake for being dumb
Were all flawed, were all hauted
But its me who couldn't see
I thought those thoughts were true
but it turns out they just had
selfish wished
all I blamed was for myself
for I am the most flawed
this doesn't rime
this doesn't flow
but neither do my thoughts
surrounded by all my lies
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