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NiteOwl

My Poetry

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  • She holds her head as if to cry / And grips my hand as we pass by. / The towers rise on either side / And speak of truth amidst the lies. / They brought us here by way of train— / For what purpose, none wo
    37 lines, 1 comment, July 3, 2007. In Dark, Hope, Pain, Holocaust
  • The Poet’s Curse / O, this hand that writes these words, / Some quite quaint and some absurd, / Do nothing to abolish / All the things that I have heard. / The little things that pass me by / And think themselves
    35 lines, 1 comment, July 3, 2007. In Dark, Weird, Thoughts
  • Trapped within this lonely abyss / Shadows of a broken past / Shade my eyes, taint my heart, / And within Hell' flames, my soul depart. / The torment, hurt, and long-dead scars; / The rain that fell, those broken ba
    27 lines, July 3, 2007. In Angst, Dark, Life, Thoughts, Pain, Love
  • Listen to the footprints in the sand / That tell of silent dreams, of shattered land. / Then listen to the rushing of the sky / As a million winged memories pass by. / Listen to the protest down the street / As
    21 lines, 3 comments, July 2, 2007. In Dark, Thoughts, Other

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