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Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock, the moon is high and the night is thick. I stare at the glass wall of empty dreams, a fragile metaphor of my life. Click-Click, the escape is waiting, just one moment is all I need. My freedom
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The moon-lit window,
the lamp on the floor.by Winged-Angel 18 lines, 5 comments, on Sep 17 7:06 PM 2008 -
Bad things happen...what can we do?
Some people live and others die,by Winged-Angel 18 lines, 1 comment, on Sep 17 7:03 PM 2008 -
A poetic tribute to all the men and women who have made a mistake and watched others pay their price.by Winged-Angel 28 lines, 1 comment, on Sep 15 3:38 PM 2008
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This poem is currently under construction...by Winged-Angel 3 lines, 2 comments, on Sep 11 6:16 PM 2008
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I came into life with no consciousness of insecurity, no realization of my infirmities. I was wholesome and perfect in the reflection of my Father's eyes, Eyes that held no judgment or contempt; pure and perfect, they saw pas
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Come, all you servants of Satan,
and shout, "Your King Is Dead!" -
My lips are not my own,
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I can feel it, like an itch that must be scratched. Deep inside, buried in the corners of my soul where such darkness abides, one can scoop it from around oneself. Where the air is solid and light forgotten; there it lies in
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The moon fades into the stary sky and the is blown out like a candle by the breath of God. Darkness swallows the world; an empty hole repla
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No good deed goes unpunished, so it is logical so say that good brings about evil. How is it then that when good me do nothing darkness still remains alive? For it is also logical to say that, if evil requires good then witho
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I love you; how sweet those words can taste. Yet laced in a bitterness not easily spit out. I find the world pointless without her and prejudice as i caress her in my arms. A constant battle; a cycle of heartache and pain. Th
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I'm watching the clock and time seems to slow. I don't know how long i will make it before i slip helplessly into insanity. Why did i let you go; how many hours did i throw away; such precious moments that can never be regain
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Take a look at the faces in the crowds,
can you even see a difference between them?by Winged-Angel 19 lines, 2 comments, on Aug 12 8:09 PM 2008 -
I don't want to remember; remember the first time i saw you. Or the goofy smile of anxious confidence painted on the snowy canvas of your face. Tare the images of those eyes from my memory, i cannot bare the searing pain of lby Winged-Angel 0 lines, 1 comment, on Aug 12 7:49 PM 2008
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I can't contain this feeling inside; an empty pit, a swallowing black hole. It feeds off the flesh of my joy and refuses to die. I swore; I swore never to feel this way again! But I'm unable to escape; unable to hide from it.by Winged-Angel 0 lines, 3 comments, on Aug 12 7:26 PM 2008. In Loss, Love, Anger, Sad, Pain, Personal, Passionate
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What happens when you've given something, all you have to give?by Winged-Angel 19 lines, 3 comments, on Jul 23 5:14 PM 2008
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2 minds one heart is too much thought, 2 hearts one mind is too much sought.
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A flower in bloom is a beautiful sight, with colors and tints that glow in the night.by Winged-Angel 9 lines, 3 comments, on Jul 21 4:56 PM 2008
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There is something sweet in the air we breath, in the songs we hear, in the sights we see.by Winged-Angel 9 lines, 3 comments, on Jul 21 4:52 PM 2008
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Like the contrasting colors of a two tone painted car,
Like the angel face boy with a deadly knife wound scar.by Winged-Angel 19 lines, 1 comment, on Jul 21 4:43 PM 2008 -
Passion is a frightful thing,
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The God of great and good has set a crown upon His head,
to remind those not included He is the God they thought was dead. -
What happens when you've given something,
all you have to give?
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