Into My Wildest Dreams: Poems By Me
2005-09-09 12:33:52 ET

*BEAUTY'S RESENT*

Even as death breaths down my broken neck, i cry out to you falling in pain.
My hearts desire has run cold through summer eves long day.
Crying prayers fall through my mind flashing memories of that sunny day
when i bore unto a life renewed --
the child of fear
and the child of pain.

Desperate nights and eyes so cold,
tears from devils rabbit betrayal.

My spirits broken into wings crashed down...
My spirits broken into wings crashed down...

Trusting in each word all too well;
dreams beyond imaginations.
Let me fall from balconies unknown into beauties resent (let me fall)...
from balconies unknown into beauties resent.

My spirits broken into wings crashed down...

Hold my hand racing the clock's mortuary of final time.
Panic-stricken, lies unfold; tears become my only hope.
As you watch my steady heart flow from my wrist,
redeem valid only at participating...

Desperate nights and eyes so cold,
tears from devils rabbit betrayal.

My spirits broken into wings crashed down...

I beg to you, let me fall from balconies unknown,
into beauties resent.

*UNTITLED*

in the palest pink of fragile july skies,
i feel into the sleep of an angel,
and danced upon the gates of heaven.
i drempt of your dancing eyes,
and of the promise of tommorw kiss.
as i slept within jets of wonder,
your subtle lies snuck in through my ears.
they relapsed all of loves cries
creating my safe haven.
when i awoke,
i found myself drifting past reality;
into a realm of bitter sweet romance.
we danced upon lauging pillars,
and spoke of only the rising sun.
as night approached once more,
you fled into your brilliant cave.
to be shunned if i followed,
my beauty lurked beside.
into the darkness, my eyes fell,
and feet rose up under a breath of wonder.
my tangled heart traveled
deep into your secret cave.
it glistened with loves kiss
landing on its tender walls.
farther i danced through your cave,
and the crystals deteriated.
only scraps of tattered cloth
lined those majestic purple walls.
my eyes turned red in fury
and i was forced away.
in mornings rain,
you came to me in a transparent blur,
but as you approached,
all that remained was the tender
scars you left behind.



2005-09-09 17:11:40 ET

reguarding the first one, it feels to me like it should be read more like a chant. almost like when witches are casting spells in movies. or am i totally off on that one?

2005-09-09 17:50:25 ET

its more of my thoughts just running on and thats how they go onto the paper. no editing no nothing. like throw up...as disgusting as it may seem...it just comes out, with not much u can do about it.

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