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Our voices, nothing but the wind in which it carries, Our being nothing more then a guilded cage, who are we? where do we belong? Our sorrow is great, Our lives short, and what do we do? become an endangered species, But for what? Power? Money? Greed? our lives mean little to those who wish to make a profit, and we are nothing but cattle to those who would herd us. Life, so short, so precious, so sad, Every time I hear it , I cry, my tears mixed with blood, flowing down my pale cheeks till the floor is flooded with blood, soaking the once white dress , Winter. Am I who you want? or am I who you need? ah but the frosty lips carass your own warm lips before parting, icy breath chilling to the bone, I am Winter, I am Shadow, Come find me, I want to play a game, do you care to play with me???



~Winter~~

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TheNightWatcher
03:49 Jan 29 2008

this ones my fav i like

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Seamus
01:36 Mar 25 2008

I would love to play.

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Dragonrouge
20:54 Aug 19 2008

Don`t kill the Love in yourself!Trasform it into art!

That`s better!

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We sit in this empty world and tilt are heads, laughing about what is the world really is, and I cry, the world needs to purge itself of its plague, but why oh why are they still killing this beautiful place Why must the Earth Cry in Sorrow and bleed the green putrid air that we breathe? do we not deserve what we recieve? do we not think it was our fault of this condition we live in, but what would God say if he approached you with those words? would you be humble and cry tears of blood for the lost world we destroyed? Only time will tell.

On my headstone it shall read, Her Pleasure was her Pain and the Pain precceded her into pleasure, untill one day the pain came but no pleasure, she waited and waited thinking the pleasure was late when in truth Pain killed pleasure and was focusing to kill her too, so here we stand in front of a cold headstone, looking down and viewing , watching the leaves move across the tampered brown eath, looking up drearly wondering why she couldn't stop the pain... It had its way with her and in the end, it killed her. Pain.



~Winter~

Laughter upon the darkened sky, wind lashing around the shadows, The Darkness reaching out towards the light, The Shadows screaming a song of fright, but why. the wind seemed to speak, Why indeed, the Darkness, whom is this Darkness we speak of? who is Darkness, everyone has Darkness, but not always can we control it. Winter was there, Winter knew, the blistering cold gave their answes and the song of Death was born once again.

I am Winter, it is Darkness, I am light, it is Shadow, I run it follows. I scream it whispers, I am blind, it see's all . and who am I to it? a Hunt ? a life to be tested? or maybe it hungers for my blood in which is considered necter to it? do I want this to hunt me? or don't I? should I run or should I tilt my head so slowly and let it become my fate. Who am I? I will tell you , I am Winter, I am yours, I am no one, but I am a Donor. lifes blood to be shared by those who need it.... Life... challenges, and Lust. all mixed up with the pleasurable pain that it causes.



~Winter~

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Dragonrouge
11:44 Jan 12 2008

Your phrases flow like the sweetwater of our veins!

The poem has that interior rythm that animates the good poetry.

Some call this talent... but I`d like to say that this poem has a heartbit. Just a slight echo of your powerful heart.

This ceremony of the opposites is craving for more!

Don`t hesitate to be harsh with yourself when you write!





Added you with great satisfaction on the small list of preferate journals.

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