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The sky shatters like broken glass,

the small crystalline shards slowly drift to the earth below,

reflecting the soft glow of the already fallen.

A fair mantle of powder masks the soil,

Earth’s beauty enhanced with frosted softness.

The muted echoes of the world slowly cease,

as night falls, wrapping a dark blanket around her.

As the early morning light breaks through the trees,

casting shadows upon Earth’s lovely face,

the dancing of minute dreams twirl in the sky.

They fall lazily to rest upon her visage,

artic kisses that lightly brush her lips.

Once more they subside,

leaving the landscape in serene splendor.

Days pass and Spring’s sensitive touch maneuvers towards her,

brushing away the last of the wintry beauty,

replacing it with a ardent magnificence of its own.

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cloudxx90
20:11 Sep 22 2008

beautiful poem

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violetserenity
00:32 Sep 26 2008

that is a wonderful poem. I really enjoyed all the layers of it. you are gifted indeed young one :)

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The rain beats against the window panes,

half-frozen drops,

tapping like impatient fingertips.

Glancing off into the moody sky,

I notice a ray of dull light,

fighting its way through the gloom.

The subtle darkness of the cloud-cover

shields my eyes from unwanted sunshine.

The turmoil in the heavens,

the pounding of the thunder's drum.

It's the beat that keeps the storm alive.

One and the same,

the storm and I.

Like raindrops, my own tears crash down.

I view little light in my shadowed mind,

yet I don't want my own storm to subside.

The morbid thoughts are always the most comforting,

I don't ever attempt to shy away.

The constant drumming of my pounding heart,

pumps the blood through my shallow veins.

The storm and I,

we're one and the same.

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cloudxx90
20:12 Sep 22 2008

nice poem

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Muted echoes of desolate insanity

hasten through my twisted mind,

steadily deforming all sane notions,

replacing them with utmost pandemonium.



A unblemished blade of silver perfection,

scratches the first layer of skin,

then immerses itself into my flesh,

grazing delicate strings of crimson,

forcing existence to seep from my wound.



A sharp intake of oppressive breath as the damage is inflicted,

rigidly released back into the surrounding room,

shatters my concentration for a moment,

permitting my knife to slew across my wrist intensely.



Crimson life elixir spouts upwards,

desperately reaching for the heavens.



Bloodsmitten, I watch with morbid curiosity,

waiting to view what would unfold.



No fear evident behind my glazed eyes,

as the adrenaline takes over my fading vessel,

I submerge myself beneath the battering waves of nausea,

allowing myself to be devastated against the remorseless rock face.



My corpse, in reality, falls against the cold bathroom floor,

where my blood has stained forevermore.

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cloudxx90
20:13 Sep 22 2008

a true poem

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The moon is rising over distant stars.

Night’s flighty presence is momentarily bound

to Earth’s jaded essence.



Night maneuvers close to Earth’s astral body.

His shadows play over her striking features,

a flickering disguise of fabricated seductiveness.



Earth allows him to consume her flesh.

Dark tendrils of his meandering fingertips

overcome her vast curves.



The moon recedes and Night slowly ebbs away.

Earth’s dignity is torn from her soul

as her lover leaves her rejected and forlorn.



A tremendous storm brews in the gray heavens.

Earth cries out in sorrow and distress,

lurid thunder resounds her angst.

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cloudxx90
20:14 Sep 22 2008

good poem

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