Your Music
its your music that lingers with me
flows through me back
to not so long ago
i never listened to it
but as it plays
it brings the love back not
all but some of it
tears begin to form
sorrow envelops me because no matter
how hard i try to summon whole
the love we used to share
it just wouldnt anymore
song after song plays then
as it ends the feelings disappear
i play them again
your music
but it just would'nt play the feelings anymore.
Just another creative boy, trying to write about games, poems, screenplays, and Magic: The gathering stuff.
Saturday, December 31, 2005
Love Poem 1
Love series
Love
a gnawing thought more than us
eating my bones breaking me cell after cell
after cell
Piecing together a dramatic and confused
individual
one part hurting
another longing
mostly crying
wholely in love.
Love
a gnawing thought more than us
eating my bones breaking me cell after cell
after cell
Piecing together a dramatic and confused
individual
one part hurting
another longing
mostly crying
wholely in love.
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
The shadow
the tiny shadow of a fleeting black butterfly that is,
the world to me
insignificant, pure and impure thoughts of dying and meeting my flame engulf me
like crashing to a candle weakly burning
striking me
my cocoon is rotten and they do not see me for what i am truly
because i have left my cocoon
and what is left is a shadow of a burning black butterfly
_____________________________________________________
thanks to eunice
i think id rather choose to go up than to dig deeper
the world to me
insignificant, pure and impure thoughts of dying and meeting my flame engulf me
like crashing to a candle weakly burning
striking me
my cocoon is rotten and they do not see me for what i am truly
because i have left my cocoon
and what is left is a shadow of a burning black butterfly
_____________________________________________________
thanks to eunice
i think id rather choose to go up than to dig deeper
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