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Our last night on earth

06:14 Nov 23 2009
Times Read: 749


The last night on earth was a down fall

The night sky was what lead us to the trees

Everyone sung and danced together

Unaware of what would come to be



Only we walked through the night

Waiting for the sun to rise one last time

The only sounds for us were whispers

The only voice I heard was yours



For every moment I was greatful

Your touch was so soothing and warm

Calm and cold was the breeze

For the last night on earth



We settled down among the trees

You could feel it coming and see the light

Held eachother close as we shut our eyes tight

The burn of the sun came and then it went



And even now you can still catch the ashes

The beautiful feel of them against your skin

When you're walking through the trees just like we did

Remember the feel of comfort on the last night on earth


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LibidinousLuke
LibidinousLuke
07:31 Nov 23 2009

This is truly beautiful.





Maze7
Maze7
16:58 Nov 23 2009

i really like this poem. it makes me think of two lovers who truly were together forever.





 

Praying For My Death Remedy

07:52 Nov 22 2009
Times Read: 817


Once in my dream I saw a sight so rarely seen, a bleeding queen with dying black wings. Praying for death from all the horror’s she had seen.

Torn between her heart and soul, playing along on her deadly sinners role, But from her hands my heart she stole.

I recognize her face and how her life took its toll, Killing my emotions all stacked in a row.

I feel my hate she feels her shame, the vengeance of my heart only her tears could tame. So I’ll look at myself and place the blame. The black poison inside my broken heart makes me open game.

Death peers and with a vacant smile, waiting patiently for her to walk deaths mile, but though she suffers she waits for a while. She cries a river of blood and see’s the reflection of the Reaper who wont keep her, the beat of her heart is like the rhythm of a death song played upon the conscious of her spirit. If I listen closely I can even heart it.


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