In the realms of the DARKside
where the illumination hides
desire explodes, I'm left mystified.
A deep yearning burns, I'm not satisfied.
Perplexed to find the answers,
as the truth hides in DARK dancers
creating destruction through vile cancers
terminal emotions, sparking advancers.
They move forth to harbor in my soul
flames of the DARK pit play their role.
Kinetic Fireworks unable to console
provoked a unviverse out of control.
So intrigued, my curiosity,
hit with such tremendous velocity
to fight this enormous monstrosity
that's created this atrocity.
Sophistication is not my way
while walking on red grounds of clay.
I fall to my knees in hopes to pray,
but all my Faith has withered away.
When next you see me, what will metamorphasize
out of this World of truths I realize?
I fight my last breath to stay alive,
in the end can I say I truly did Survive?
A contest entry
- wordbank from DARK by theDARK1.
300 points, ended June 30, 2007, 9 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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surviving the DARKside has always been a tough task to do. allowing for some light tends to give one hope. may the DARKened journey that you have been on end with a peaceful tranquility that will entitle you to enjoyment. thanks for an impressive entry, DARK
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Sorry...
It has been awhile and I haven't been around to notice that you have given me a bronze trophy on this piece," Surviving the DARKside," Thank-you, it is an honor. I am glad that you enjoyed it enough to give it recognition.
lilangel'snemesis
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wow
this is very, very dark, I am sure the DARK1 will enjoy this.... you have used the words well, bringing them to life.........thanx for sharing Hugs and love Linda xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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