#shadowman - Hello Poetry

I follow her behind, As a foshatique Shadow; hiding, In her meadows, In the morn I slip Into her pillow, By the thoughts She releases. I want to be her Blanket that warms Her in the night, that Creeps up on her Tight; a slow warm Release. Im her heart, thought She does not hear Me beat, I am her Blood that she Leaks, verily Im her soul. Im her silver And her gold, In a furnace; Being refined. Im her footsteps, Her sun, and moon, Though she only Hides me in her Room; where She can only Find. Im her pathway And her sign; And now the Path is barren- She let it go, Though I do Know, im Her shadow She left behind. ©Brandon nagley ©lonesome poet's poetry

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Jan 31, 2017

Jan 31, 2017 at 8:38 PM UTC

brandon-nagley

skiá tou anthrópou (Shadow man) greek tongue

I follow her behind, As a foshatique Shadow; hiding, In her meadows, In the morn I slip Into her pillow, By the thoughts She releases. I want to be her Blanket that warms Her in the night, that Creeps up on her Tight; a slow warm Release. Im her heart, thought She does not hear Me beat, I am her Blood that she Leaks, verily Im her soul. Im her silver And her gold, In a furnace; Being refined. Im her footsteps, Her sun, and moon, Though she only Hides me in her Room; where She can only Find. Im her pathway And her sign; And now the Path is barren- She let it go, Though I do Know, im Her shadow She left behind. ©Brandon nagley ©lonesome poet's poetry

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I'm counted among the fortunate few That gets to see the magnificent things I do Extraordinary eyes that can see The pitch black holds so much glee Owls wings reflect the moons glow It's sent silently to deliver wisdom to our souls Listen closely, it's the nightingales sweet breath She's singing loud but soft of tender love and of sweet death I'm one of the few allowed to see The turtles lay their eggs then return to the sea Up on the mountains near the top I watch the panther make it a rabbits last hop Don't be blue, sad or cry, it's the cycle of this life Furry cubs survive, cutting through flesh with teeth like knives Look real close in that darkened sky You'll bearly see the bat's fly by I can see the wind as it blows the limbs Every mighty trees is it's victims I'm the shadow man, I am the One That sees Everything in the night that plays so free If your ever up in the late, late night Keep your eyes open wide, of me you might catch a sight ©Pauline Russell

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Jul 1, 2017

Jul 1, 2017 at 10:55 AM UTC

Pauline_Morris

I am the One That Sees

I'm counted among the fortunate few That gets to see the magnificent things I do Extraordinary eyes that can see The pitch black holds so much glee Owls wings reflect the moons glow It's sent silently to deliver wisdom to our souls Listen closely, it's the nightingales sweet breath She's singing loud but soft of tender love and of sweet death I'm one of the few allowed to see The turtles lay their eggs then return to the sea Up on the mountains near the top I watch the panther make it a rabbits last hop Don't be blue, sad or cry, it's the cycle of this life Furry cubs survive, cutting through flesh with teeth like knives Look real close in that darkened sky You'll bearly see the bat's fly by I can see the wind as it blows the limbs Every mighty trees is it's victims I'm the shadow man, I am the One That sees Everything in the night that plays so free If your ever up in the late, late night Keep your eyes open wide, of me you might catch a sight ©Pauline Russell

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I try to believe That he does not torment Me. Not in any Significant way, at least. Blacker than any void In space or dark Matter. Featureless yet So distinctly humanoid, More human than humanly Possible. A presence so Unnerving, not physical In the least yet so Completely suffocating. Darker than the absolute Absence of everything, All consuming – he Follows me. The harbinger of Tragedy and downfall, An entity designed for Destruction. Determined To desolate every Last piece of me. I will not give in Easy. I refuse to let Him take me. I Refuse; he will not Shatter, Mutilate, Ruin, or Tame me. I refuse to Succumb. He has no Control. He Will Not Exterminate Me.

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Dec 6, 2018

Dec 6, 2018 at 8:58 AM UTC

autumnsdecay

Exterminate

I try to believe That he does not torment Me. Not in any Significant way, at least. Blacker than any void In space or dark Matter. Featureless yet So distinctly humanoid, More human than humanly Possible. A presence so Unnerving, not physical In the least yet so Completely suffocating. Darker than the absolute Absence of everything, All consuming – he Follows me. The harbinger of Tragedy and downfall, An entity designed for Destruction. Determined To desolate every Last piece of me. I will not give in Easy. I refuse to let Him take me. I Refuse; he will not Shatter, Mutilate, Ruin, or Tame me. I refuse to Succumb. He has no Control. He Will Not Exterminate Me.

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