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Words I wish to utter but you do not wish to hear,
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Let the wind soothe me, sweep away all my mortal encumbrances
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La Rose Noire / So special are you, / matt black velvet petals / that shimmer with droplets / of water playing with light. / Unique are thee to all your / sisters, similar but so alone. / something so
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Satan's Spawn: / Matt black listless night, / windless moors that cannot mourn. / Death like silence, / a long wait before dawn. / Murky sh
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Just because I know what you're doing, doesn't mean you know what you're doing. /
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All Char Broiled With Gravy Amiss: / The end is nigh, yet we haven't taken heed, / Mother earth cries out desperate for help / as a fever i
by Steven Beesley
39 lines, 3 comments,
on Jun 19 12:27 AM 2007. In Life, Other, Personal, Sad, Society, Thoughts, Sadness, Message, Contest
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Even Our Endocrine Systems: / For two hundred and seventy five days we are all safe, / but innocence eludes us all on our birthday. / With
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"Forever Young." / "Whatever is on the outside matters not, as long as your mind, heart and soul remains forever young." / Steven Beesley 28th June, 2006
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Devoted Companion (Sonnet - Wordsworth) / You greet me each time like it were the first / When you see me, you jump for joy and dance / Never dull, always my life you enhance / Your golden curls look to me like s
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Spring Once More: / Clouds like a white vale, / appearance soft like cotton / in a background of light blue. / Spring in profusion, / all t
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Father's Grave: / Father we have not talked in a long time. / I still treasure the talks we shared, / your wisdom, your advice, / always so comforting and wise. / You could always see something / good ev
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The Grim Reaper: / He is the personification of death, / cloaked skeleton holding a scythe. / To take away your very last breath, / pray that he never comes to visit. / Most gruesome specter you will ever
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Where Dead Crows Rest: / Ripples of the past, now / a tsunami come flooding back. / Memories of long ago whitewashed / returning in a swift backwash. / Agony akin to the sewing of / stitches on a gapping woun
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Dance Of The Fire Flies: / In the pitch black night, / like sparks from a fire / dancing ever so bright. / Flitting so very quietly. / Gleaming and glimmering, / flickering and glowing as / they prance
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A storm raging. (Rictameter) / Tempest, / raging away; / swirling torrid torrents. / Incessantly strong howling winds / All the might of na
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The wee hours before dawn. (Lilibonelle) / The wee hours before the dawn / Small birds join in a chorus of song / A sweet and natural symph
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Parting is such agony, / set in our old ways, / but life is full of / adventure with new roads awaiting. / Never fond of goodbyes as / these are always full of sadness, / but new frienships are / so sweet a
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How should I begin. (Monotetra) / How can it be a crime? / To try and set words to rhyme / like a clock about to chime / In time, in time..
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Alcohol and booze ( Binary Tree Structure) / Alcohol and booze, drinks to take away the blues. / Where do I start, Alcohol and booze? / Dri
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Phoenix: / Unwitting in his actions, / yet he could not see / all the consequences of what / he did; the error of his ways. / Slain brutally by his tainted / and poisoned sword, / I shall arise again
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Chasm Noir: / Deep relentless dark chasm, / bottmless and devoid of light. / No thought or emotion shall / have value or place in such abyss. / Time has no place here, all / is lost in this black hole.
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The medium: / Sun has risen, it is another day. / On the surface everything seems normal. / Those ghostly lost souls, can't keep them at ba
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Open up. (Balassi) / So stuck for words to say, / seem to have lost your way? / You seem so very distant, / withdrawn in your own world. /
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Three score and ten. (Hybridanelle) / The seconds turn into minutes, then to hours. / The hours spin into days, then weeks will fly by. / T
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Growing Old Together: / Looking through the photographs, / of ten thousand memories ago; / it still seems like yesterday / even though today I am old. / I still remember the first / time we met, I froze
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Exquisite Love (Hybrid - Nonet-Rictameter-Reverse Nonet) / Mesmerized by your every soft touch, / bringing forth exquisite feelings. / Each
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Goodbyes: / Goodbyes are so sad to say, / often with a lump in your throat and a heavy heart. / All words just get in the way. / A last glance, maybe a hug and a final nod. / Parting, we think of times pas
by Steven Beesley
34 lines, 1 comment,
on Jun 15 9:50 PM 2007. In Personal, Pain, Life, Love, Other, Goodbyes, Sadness, Lost love, Friendship
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Cold Nights On Borrowed Time: / The long cold nights of solitude, / the fears dwell deep in his heart, as each / day passes he counts his blessings for the extra / time the Lord has given to him. / He has
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Lost Souls: / Dark shadows roam, / black shroud drifts. / Illusions mixing with reality, / reality a figment of your tormented imagination. / Foul stench running thick, / overwhelming all senses. / Bla
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Digging Your Own Grave: / Upon yourself you have brought such fate, / there be no one else to blame. / Your poisoned tongue laced with arsenic, / wretched word spewing from your mouth. / Placing a shovel i
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Adolescence: / Blurred and obscured through tunnel vision. / Adolescence be the blame, / opaque and unformed thoughts. / He will learn through the ravages of time. / To seek out simplicity in life; / to
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Sargasso Blues (Metaphor): / Another ship finds it's watery grave, / in the comfort of these teal seas. / their sails now listless in / the
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A Shell Remains: / Her heart hardening like tempered steel, / warmth once dwelt but now no more. / Left only the emptiness and an outer shell, / still it pulsates day after day. / She feels no love anymore
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Your Day: / Sweet fair maiden, I wish / you every happiness. / These words I write / are my special gift to you. / On this your special day, / today you will become / a bride; cherish this special /
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