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Poetry

This is a collection poetry... and nothing more.

Breakfast
 
Raindrop. Drip. Drop.
Coffee. Slish. Slosh.
Pearlescent waving hand.
Smile less than grand.
Dishes. Cling. Clang.
Ending with a bang.

The Beautiful Race
 
Beautiful race.
Materially higher.
Stepping stones.
Future no brighter.
Mindless climbing.
Destined for nothing.
Clicking heels.
Reaching for something.

When Truth Comes Out
 
Bright shadow of day.
Coniving dissent.
Dark mirror of night.
Humbly present.
 
Shadows moving.
Shifting favor.
Mirror reflecting.
Truth to savor.
 
The Hours
 
The hours pass by slowly,
While thinking thoughts of you.
For while they are only dreams,
They shall never do.
 
No thought can hold me closer.
No dream can smile as true.
The hours are too many,
Til I will see you.
 
Your deep, dark eyes I'm lost in,
Are miles from my view.
So I will count the hours,
Until I'm with you.

Remembering
 
There was never a time so short,
As time spent in the light.
Of moments pure in mind,
That hold me from my life.
Trapped in oceams crashing
In the depths of your eyes,
While time is passing by,
Around a smiling cry.
No darkness can reach me
Through the thought of those times.
In the calm of outward tide,
And in my wandering mind.

Poison
 
Can you feel the pounds beneathe the floorboards,
With the footsteps you are tracking down the hall?
And the rhythm beats the anger into lashing out,
Lashing from your souless body now.
Nightmares cannot save you from reality.
Keep the light from flickering its sign.
The sounds keep getting louder as you run away.
Run and turn to find that you are running from yourself.
The poison in your body seeps within your brain,
And all the anger caged breaks out among the tears.
It eats away then breathes the life you kept it from.
You take it from the poison you are living on.
Dependancy is growing from this need to breathe again,
But your pride won't let you reach an outstretched hand.
The poison is your final destiny.

In the Mirror
 
Confusion drowns my mind of thought,
And the power grows within my hand.
Sitting in the eyes of my mirror,
While pain is surfacing through my skin.
I'm the poison underneathe it all.

The Living
 
Evanescent death.
Pheonix of the soil.
Rising from rest.
Perpetual toil.

War
 
Plastic stretch.
Comforting strangle.
Interweaving strength.
 
Battle ties.
Woman cries.
Everything is over.

Feeling Incomprehendible
 
Speak really swell.
Sister seeping self truth.
Young yesterday. Old today.
Vast decaying guiltfulness.