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Heavy steps
as I ran home -
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As crimson roses stab her finger,
chronicles of misery flashes
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White luminous lights
spatters sequins of snowflakes -
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You used to love me
Kiss me, like I am a wild rose
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Celestial stars
gleaming in dark galaxies
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Everytime I think of you;
colours of jewel come in my mind -
by gothchyld
31 lines, 13 comments,
on Nov 26 7:10 AM 2004. In Love
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As the thornes of crimson rose again stab my finger,
memories of you flooded back like chronicles of pain.
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Under luxurious Garden of Eden,
lays a world, blessed by the seven virtues
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Gleaming, shining snow
lays an unfolded tale
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Nose blowing
coughing, spitting, sneezing high
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Crystal seas
cradling sadness's droplets
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Midnight hour
Waterlily dancers weave
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Stop
pulling me down the iceberg
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Sniffling another cigar, how cool they lie
On the freezing floors of Brooklyn
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If I die tonight, let this be my last poem.
Today is the end
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Oh celestial angels! Grant me the gifts of emotions;
the peels of laughter, the twists of sadness, the strands of angry
by gothchyld
51 lines, 5 comments,
on Oct 12 10:10 PM 2004. In Sad
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One chilly evening in lost lands
Gothchyld the wanderer was invited to witness
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In the hour of midnight, the moonlight
shines as chilling as sparks from bones
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On the serene bronze statue, she sat -
weeping, as she joined the troop of wanderers lost to the world.
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Crimson droplets spilling out of my eyes
wandering, in that carpet of wishful stars
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That midnight of 1881, in the silent theatre halls
you oozed the droplets of blood from your body to mine
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Sitting by the moon -
such flair, such clarity
by gothchyld
29 lines, 13 comments,
on Aug 14 3:16 AM 2004. In Sad
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