| Quite possibly the best poem I have ever written. It is my personal favorite and to my surprise was featured in a news article here on dA |
| Quite possibly the best poem I have ever written. It is my personal favorite and to my surprise was featured in a news article here on dA |


Happily Never AfterIt appears we are nothing more than just mere puppets, childhood playthings to be thrown around and disposed of as you wish.Happily Never After
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I remember when we used to be able to wish upon a shooting star, sit atop the traffic lights and watch the cars pass us by. (Back then we had all the time in the world.) Its crazy how quickly things can change. I turned my head for one second and then you were gone. Poof, right into the thin air. I closed my eyes, rubbed them, shook my head; I did all I could think of in hopes you would magically return. (But you never did, and I fear you never will) I now sit atop those same


Looking for YouIts times like these where I need you here. (for nothing more than to just hold me) I need you to tell me everything is going to be ok; that I am not alone. I dont care about your faults or how many hearts you have broken in the past. (I see right through all of that) To me youre an angel. You were sent from above to give me a reason to live; a reason to love. (It is for this very reason that I believe in a God) I know that sometimes Im not the nicest person and I tend to act like an idiot, but (There are many nights where I make you cry) at least I always come back to clean up my messes and to hold you while you let oLooking for You


Sonnet XBlood stained walls surround muffled screams for help, my shattered arms attempt to move in vain, I try to scream managing a mere yelp, Stuck in a room to die, life surely slain. I release what I believe my last breath, The beating of my heart slowly dies down, Patiently awaiting my sudden death, Just one more lost soul in a dirty town. I could hear my last seconds ticking by, A flash of light jump starts my battered heart, Then she grabbed my hand, looked me in the eye. leaving hand in hand, given a fresh start. A promise she would never leave again, Sparked a twinSonnet X


Theme Series 8: Friend and FoeYou take my hand, face filled with disgust, Hope is given up, our hearts begin to rust.Theme Series 8: Friend and Foe
Dreams dissolve as reality begins to sink in, That the journey is what counts, not the win.
If we devote our lives to being the best, In the end we will be left with one big mess.
As our lives fade into the history books, Nothing to remember us by, not even looks.
We have wasted so much time on a never ending task, Let us slow down and take some needed time to relax.
Its kinda funny how enemies can turn into friends, When a bitter rivalry stops and a


Convergent Evolutioni run my touch passed the skeleton of a flower to feel invisible poison outline my flesh and glisten my body with opalescent edgeConvergent Evolution
blossoms are my waxy palms smoothed over with silk comfort making of my sombering framework an artless dead-celled stem.
the old oregon trail starts right at my toes rising like an earthly tide with a forest emerald hiding in its hope villainous and proud
so i down pollution in lethal doses coating my throat time after time to bleach my organs a love-like color bending and breaking my conceding spine.


sorry, that's not in the vowdarling; sweetheart. where do i begin?sorry, that's not in the vow
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i'm tired, i'm tired of saying-- &


Sonnet IToday I'll wear that colour from your eye: charcoal merged with a scarlet-blood nightmare.Sonnet I
Above, clouds hollow the deceiving sky
with scalding tears spelling the last flash flare.
Sitting still, watching my belief depart: I cry bitter words to corrupted reigns. Hunting lost symphonic beats from your heart feeding crimson satin to vacant veins.
My faltering faith cast- a lone relic: blind to the ecstasy of love's entail. Fabled wanders; a mirage angelic, secret aisles beneath the ebony veil.
The broken spirit of an age-old lie;
emitting numb


9. DriveA chariot of horse and cart, carrying you to mountain top. Higher than initial start, Driving here just never will stop.9. Drive
Ditch the chariot, a new ride, Horse remains but hitch a buggy. Travel faster its got a glide, In full sleeved clothes it is mugy.
Drop the horse, combustion power; a new machine, a grown man's toy. A stair up in driving tower, Thrilling races for girl and boy.
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Paper is a prison to thoughts
and the world's longest sheet of paper
couldn't contain
my smallest.
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I am a lost soul desperately trying to find his way in this world of twists and turns.
Have faith. Keep hope. Dream big.
So sorry!
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Paper is a prison to thoughts
and the world's longest sheet of paper
couldn't contain
my smallest.
--
I am a lost soul desperately trying to find his way in this world of twists and turns.
Have faith. Keep hope. Dream big.
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I am a lost soul desperately trying to find his way in this world of twists and turns.
Have faith. Keep hope. Dream big.
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I am a lost soul desperately trying to find his way in this world of twists and turns.
Have faith. Keep hope. Dream big.
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