| Poetry - Tears That Fall |
[31 Mar 2003|07:35pm] |
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Tears That Fall
Tears glisten down a pale face
Unblinking eyes
View a world of despair and destruction
Does it ever go away?
Does the view ever change?
Will all the hurt and suffering dissipate,
Or will it remain
Untainted by purity, love or frienship
Ever present regardless
Of the tears that fall
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| Poetry - Insomnia |
[31 Mar 2003|07:33pm] |
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Insomnia
I close my eyes
Inky blackness rolls over me
Yet no unconcious relief overcomes me
I open my eyes
For a moment the room is just as dark as if my eyes were shut
Slowly the darkness lifts
The room appears normal
Save the bluish cast that covers all
The eerie sounds of night infiltrate my ears
Pushing all hope for sleep from mind
And I cannot close my eyes
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| Hero or Nightmare |
[29 Mar 2003|11:43pm] |
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.... This is the writing that is the background for my main livejournal ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) caridwyn and for this journal as well.
PART 1
And is this pain my own
Or am I slowly sinking
Beneath the waves of life
Am i falling in or out of love with you
Do i feel my heart breaking
Or is it the sound of you at my door?
If i open my eyes
Will it all be just a dream,
Or will you still be here by my side?
Do you know the sweet side of my heart
Or the bitterness that i sing aloud
For all to hear
Will you play my hero
Or will you play my nightmare
PART 2
Is this the beginning of a love,
Or the breaking of a beautiful friendship?
I cannot bear the thought of living my life alone
In the unending silence that follows the dawn,
Let alone the loss of someone I care deeply for.
My dreams unnerve me, for in them you were hurt,
And I left you alone.
The next time I returned to that same dream,
I stayed with you, our roles reversed,
I
The one talking to silence.
The blood on my hands - your blood - is imprinted on my memory,
And the pain you felt left imprints on my heart that I cannot shake.
How can something so simple and beautiful as love cause so much unheard pain?
Perhaps time will heal wounds.......
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