Mine is a path always hidden.
You can't help me find it.
People walk around unbidden,
Always rushing, never stoping to sit.
They walk over in my way.
"Help me" is uttered from my lips.
I cry out again but none help. They just say,
"Stay away"
My lips move as I scream,
None notice it seems.
Do they Like to stare at me?
Evil eyes peek through Shallow Sockets.
Always Grateing my mind.
Oh my path needs finding.
Never do they help me.
You, you can help find my path winding?
(look to the capital letters find out where my path lies.)
COMMENTS
Marvelous.
I have no words, dearest! This is another marvelous piece of craftsmanship!
Welcome to the midnight hour,
Where lights hide, and shadows tower.
Fear not this hour, for no fear is needed.
At this hour, night-creatures actions are repeated.
Pepare to smile and laugh,
For you are invited to the midnight bath.
Where we creatures gather,
at the pool, this hour.
COMMENTS
Sounds like a good time,
'you've put into a rhyme.
very mysterious....
I would love to join you for the Midnight hour, my dear brother!
A sword slices through the silence of night,
And like bombs, sounds ignite.
On the dark wind you hear many sounds,
the wind, the birds, the baying of wolves,
as they make their rounds.
But can you imagine the sound of the night?
What is it you hear? Can you hear the wind's bite?
Tell me, what is the sound of the night.
COMMENTS
This can make an immagination wonder. Very beautiful.
The sound of the night...impossible to describe for each being hears his/her own night song! I love this!!
Calm this heart,
Let it rest, let it heal.
Save his life, make his justice differ.
Cry out, Fight the pain, no matter the burn.
Ascend the stairs,
Become a greater being.
Bless your heart, save your grace.
Let the invoker be, ascend the stairs, climb.
Climb from the hell that is pain, or learn to numb.
COMMENTS
Very awesome to incorperate the shape of your lines into you poertry. Did it just happen or was it intentional?
Its like a prayer to the dead or someone close.
Not only are the words beautiful, so is your format!
Now awaken and let dawns fingures
of rosey red be your first sight
Sorry I couldn't be there this night
Or this mourning. But hear the crying of the birds
Hear the wind billowing
Now walk into the kitchen and brew your coffee
You're still heavy on cream and on sugar light
Sorry I couldn't be there this night
Or this mourning. The phone rings this early.
Sorry its not the call from me you expect.
Now please don't pick up the phone
Please... you don't understand my plight
Sorry I couldn't be there this night
Or this mourning. Now now please don't cry
Stifle those tears.
Now please someone offer you a shoulder
Now now it will be all right
Sorry I couldn't be there this night
Or this mourning. Now now please don't cry
I never ment to die.
I'm so so sorry I couldn't be there this night
COMMENTS
Darling, this made me cry! Where did the insperation come from, brother?
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TemptingDeath
04:29 Sep 29 2008
Goodness! I love it! Damn...I thought I could write...I need to erase my journal now to hide my shameful pieces of crap...