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Arik Fletcher Feb 2010
drifting in the sea of sleep,
lost in night's infernal keep,
rusted chains on life's stone wall,
ties that break as ages fall,
hopes and dreams of man's desire,
forged in time's immortal fire,
sacred thoughts the fires reap,
burning holes through mem'ries deep,
thoughts of love's eternal power,
fading with each passing hour,
leaving this most fragile shell,
never more these words to tell.
Nekatu Poetry © Arik Fletcher
daniella Nov 2013
I don’t want to write lyrical poems about my heartbreak.

Because surely,

Something so sad cannot be beauteous.

I don’t want to share this piece of feeling,

Its meant to be hidden in that drawer full of skeletons.

Lines and phrases from my old poems keep repeating themselves to me;

I am hope and heartloss all rolled into one.

I wanna shut my ears,

And **** the pain out.

Even if it takes every little living atom outta me.

~ d.a
Millie Oct 2010
Undead in time will
rise to follow.
Inside the horizon's
prediction where
we're lost in nothing
that can be told.
Understood because
to them I left
and in death it would
have been less painful.
What can be told?
When none listen but within
I find the truth harbored
over a lifetime that will
rise to follow
a new order. They remain
living in vain while
deeply it stops beating.
Almost expected but completely
unpredicted this way.

Inside her eyes
I am heartless
Testing the theory I was
brought to my knees
shaking and realizing
She is right. And since,
through the eyes
aim for logics, the head, my mind
is the only way
to **** me.
And so the threats begin.
Millie Oct 2010
Undead in time will
rise to follow.
Inside the horizon's
prediction where
we're lost in nothing
that can be told.
Understood because
to them I left
and in death it would
have been less painful.
What can be told?
When none listen but within
I find the truth harbored
over a lifetime that will
rise to follow
a new order. They remain
living in vain while
deeply it stops beating.
Almost expected but completely
unpredicted this way.

Inside her eyes
I am heartless
Testing the theory I was
brought to my knees
shaking and realizing
She is right. And since,
through the eyes
aim for logics, the head, my mind
is the only way
to **** me.
And so the threats begin.

— The End —