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JadedEdge

  • Last seen on Dec 12 7:03 PM 2008. Member since July 23, 2008.
  • I'm a amber angel poet for 4 comments.
  • My mood is , and quote is "cool".
  • I am a 20 year old person (United States)
  • When I'm not writing, I'm an IT .
  • I am in the groups My God is an awesome God
  • I have 4 comments, 11 poems

Poems I'm focused on

  • Confused
    Rambling this,
    this acrid kiss
    15 lines, 3 comments, August 26, 2008
  • Emotional/Sacrifice
    With a soft voice
    gently spoken
    19 lines, 1 comment, August 26, 2008. In Christian, Spiritual
  • Sorrow
    walk me through the desert, and leave me
    so I can die alone.
    43 lines, 3 comments, August 3, 2008
  • Saw the Angel
    I saw the Angel sing aloud.
    Wake up sleeping world!
    36 lines, 4 comments, August 3, 2008
  • Weeping Willow
    Death,who seeps Night, cradles his crimson scythe
    and blades the torrid winds.
    22 lines, 3 comments, August 1, 2008
  • To Sleep
    Sleep, to sleep.
    my soul says goodnight and slumbers.
    25 lines, 1 comment, August 1, 2008. In dark
  • Little
    Such a sweet, twisted angel
    a dark puppet child
    16 lines, 3 comments, July 24, 2008. In Dark

My Poetry

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  • In Prayer
    Prayer is a fancy word for talking to God.
    13 lines, 2 comments, August 12, 2008

Guest Book

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  • JadedEdge : Between the Devil and the Sky on July 24, 2008
    Between the Devil and the sky, my eyes bend, spy on a wasted fortune that died.
    Comprehend this jolted mind
    how I loathed the sublime
    and sought to catch the winds.
    Benign, my heart beats to time
    I beseeched the lie that I didn't cry.
    This fortune,that was, vastly ghosted,
    because I afforded nothing, but blood.
    The cost of pain is inevitably plain
    for my money drained in the well of hate.
    Between the Devil and the sea, my heart raced to see the death of embered peace.
    Now I seek the pine of a hopeless dime
    whose hope to chime is a charmed deny.

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