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DeterminationDetermination (5/20/2009)Determination
Falling from the heavens
I plummet towards the ground Past the burning sun Tears gleaming all around
Hatred burns inside me As I hit the ground and die The earth shatters beneath me And I just wish that I could fly
Nobody asks about those tears I cried Just as nobody shed a tear the day I died Now in that smoking crater I lay Biding my time day by day
But as I lay awake this night I have decided that the time is right From the eternal darkness I slowly rise And I gaze upon you with lightn


RegretRegret (5/18/19) Contemplating my current situation As I stew in my own desires Searching for appreciation In a world where everyone conspiresRegret
Trapped by own my actions I can never change the past Frightened by my near future I can see it coming on so fast
Gasping for air I fight the tide But I cant stop hope from fading away Drowning in all that I cant hide Now that I know nothing gold can stay
As the dying sun fades from light And the burning flame begins to fade I begin to think that maybe she was right I c


NightmareNightmare (5/5/09)Nightmare
This is not a cheery place This is not a dream Youre living in your nightmare Its time to hear you scream
Through the never ending fog And a storm that doesnt wane Youre in the land of darkness And Im feeding on your pain
The bloody rivers flow Into a sea of crimson red This is a place youll never leave The land of the living dread
This is not your fantasy Its more like your darkest dreams Tearing at your sanity Ripped apart at the seams
The


Ode to the ShapeOde to the Shape (4/21/2009) I see that look In your bloodshot eyes The window to your heart To a rage that never diesOde to the Shape
Through the dark I can see Those tears you cry For the misshapen victims Who by your hands die
Youre lost adrift Pulled by a violent tide In the stormy seas of your very soul Whose macabre wrath wont subside
Through your façade
I see the truth Behind such a placid mask Lies the story of a tortured youth
Through the shadows
In which you stand I see the glistening
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Dude. I now have a sig.
Sweet!
Now if only I could have a Stig.....
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Dude. I now have a sig.
Sweet!
Now if only I could have a Stig.....
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-Death in the form of a muffin
1 poem a day, very doable.
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Dude. I now have a sig.
Sweet!
Now if only I could have a Stig.....
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-Death in the form of a muffin
Haiku's are only as restricting as you make them to be. They are very expansive if done correctly.
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Dude. I now have a sig.
Sweet!
Now if only I could have a Stig.....
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-Death in the form of a muffin
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