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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

 

Naked 2
2003-07-26 - 3:19 p.m.
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I am naked before you

In my glory I kneel

Upon my scarred knees

For you I reveal.

I wipe the cobwebs from my eyes

to you i give the gift of sight

here lies the ashes of broken love

Damaged beyond the help from above

To you I give the gift of light

To chase the cobwebs from your eyes

To thee I give a heart of glass

For you to smash so swift and fast

I wish to you the joys of the heart

For me to break into little parts

To thee I hand the curse of hate

For you to swallow with all haste.

~Raven~

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