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Into The Dark
Into The Dark
The nights feel empty now; the spark has gone.
Do you remember our chats into the rosy dawn?
I always made you laugh, you said; I was your Best and most honest friend. And I was.
My feet are cold now at night, trying to be funny.
Like stone. And my heart is growing cold, too;
Just like before when I was hopelessly alone.
I know nothing lasts forever, beauty dies.
For a while I rediscovered my vitality;
I felt whole and a man. I gave all I had, I really did. The Guardians of Morality were
Sidestepped and I dared embrace emotion.
But enough of this. I am tired. Heartily sick.
The spark has gone out for good
6/18/2006 2:14 pm
Pretty neat poem. Sorry your so sad!!!|
6/21/2006 5:42 am
Lovely poem, but I'm sorry that someone hurt you like that... if you need an ear or a shoulder, I'm right for you....|
7/2/2006 1:08 am
maggie and millie and molly and may|
maggie and millie and molly and may
went down to the beach (to play one day)
and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,and
millie befriended a stranded star
who's rays five languid fingers were;
and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and
may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.
For whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
it's always ourselves we find in the sea.