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I read your letter again
as I watched
your "love" and
your "regret:
embraced by fiery arms
I saw the words
where the ink ran
from my many tears
which could kill the flame
if there were any left to cry
as I watched
your "love" and
your "regret:
embraced by fiery arms
I saw the words
where the ink ran
from my many tears
which could kill the flame
if there were any left to cry
Literature
The Christmas Presence
Judas was staring blankly out the window. He watched the gentle flakes of snow floating slowly to their resting place, then either getting mercilessly trampled by pedestrians, or setting in the cracks of the roofs of the surrounding skyscrapers. He shifted slightly, scratched at his short black hair. He was watching someone. Or something. He wasn't quite sure. He knew something important, something drastic was going to happen, just something to break up the amazingly drear and dull impression of the life he was watching pass by his window.
He was 26, and lived on the third floor of an apartment block in London. He wished he lived further
Literature
Drug Induced Slumber
Take a sip, take a swig,
Another life, gone as gone by,
Hate the life, which passes by,
Why do I live it? I ask myself,
No answer forthcoming,
Where does it end?
No answer does come,
I weep, for my eternal soul,
Fuck it, end it all!
When I can, I answer,
When I end, this tasteless time,
I want the answers, they don't belong,
I cry, rivers of tears, pain and loss,
I've got no hope, nor restful sleep,
Taking pills, trippy dreams,
Woe is me, forgot my smoke,
Taking shots, alcohol invest,
Getting high, go trimethylene!
Wanna die, cannot wait,
Fuck this world, for all its hate,
Take the knife, from the waist,
Look at it softly
Literature
Base of a Cliff
Recoiling back in foams of snow
launching itself as if to show,
the courageous disposition
that would reside within a striking motion,
deep inside a starving leopard
who's desperate hunger goes without reward.
For a failed hunt is a feeble wave
and the result correlates to all it gave,
but the current is a constant presence.
As our sun who graces us with its existence,
and the water's methodic pounding
is perpetually resounding,
like a fearsome scream in a confining cavern
or echoic calls for a round at our local tavern.
And the time that it eludes is it's own life
continuing to carve like a sharpened knife,
and the harpies ov
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a poem i wrote for my creative writing class
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