poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Valéry
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
In This Grave
2005-08-31 - 10:37 p.m.
All these years .the loneliness. I thought you could banish I realized too late .the more you saw. The quicker you would vanish.
All these moments .lost in time. Beneath the winds I crawled beneath your coldness .beneath the sands. To find you could no longer walk the line
All these scars .fading from flesh. Remain fresh upon my mind Pointing the finger of blame .those that trespass. On this barren land
raw || truth