Standing here,
I am burnt to ashes.
I once layed there,
under your compassion.
In my thoughts
are dreams of heaven,
we walk along its shore...
I am falling now
down to a dungeon,
bricked with lonely thoughts.
Opportunity has passed us
as if dreamt by twilight.
We tripped upon outcroppings...
The roots of our past.
In a forest peppered with thorns,
stumbling upon the fate of our transgressions.
Now I am standing here,
burnt to ashes,
layed out under the canopy,
under our compassion.
In our thoughts
are dreams of heaven,
we walk along its shore...
Author notes
Written May 19th, 2006
A contest entry
- dear. we must eat the liver. sweet as june. we must. dear. by jaunty pill.
300 points, ended June 20, 2006, 52 entries
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Thanks! I think there is still something missing from this piece though.
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are we merely left as the after burn, ashes remain, i should say your wording are quite excellent, far reaches into the etherals of the limpbiskit mind, excellent piece~
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I do enjoy this piece. The final stanza really tied it up for me and highlighted the stance and aura of your writing. Well done and all the best to you. Anthony aka Tony.
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Wow, thanks alot... you're too kind!
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WOOOOT!
*stares at computer in mezmorizing look* Beautiful. Took my breath away. It's just so simple...and amazing. I love it! Your a great writer, this poem got my attention! Greaat!!!!
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