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A poem is never finished, only abandoned.  ~Paul Val�ry
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.  ~Carl Sandburg
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.  ~Thomas Gray
Poetry is not always words.  ~Audrey Foris
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.  ~Edgar Allan Poe

 

Branded
2003-06-25 - 9:46 p.m.
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Mysterious forms linger in my mind

Calling to me from a lost time

Whispering thoughts in my head

Unable to remember what they said.

Secrets rising from their sleep

Tormenting me from the moment I close my eyes

Calling to me from the deep

Whispering of deceit and lies.

Burning my eyes when I blink

The fantasies and realities, both I think

They can not be erased from my head

Wishing that all these thoughts were dead...

raw || truth
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Past Memories:

2006-01-13 - Fear In My Skin
2006-01-10 - The Moon - Our Silent Audience
2005-12-14 - Promise
2005-12-11 - Pure Bliss
2005-08-31 - In This Grave