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a time of old
06:28 Dec 28 2005
Times Read: 546

In the time of old, blood red stained cloths, a child weeping, angels falling, people dying all around, an angel holding a faceless person, one lost to war, one who had so much more to live for, children with glossy, bloodshot red eyes, bloodshot red eyes from the mourning, mourning the death of their loved ones, angels falling, falling, falling, falling from all the bloodshed, all the hatred; masses of bodies thrown in a pit, lifeless, limp, hearing the sobbing, weeping, mourning souls, crying for their loves now gone; one soul angel stands out, with sandy blond hair, and cheeks so rosy, eyes bloodshot and glossy, tears streaming down his rosy cheeks, bags under his eyes, like he has been up for days, waiting, watching, calling, calling to a certain soul whom has died, the eyes of a person who has lived some thousand years, in the body of a three year old, you reach for, wanting to care for this poor little child, you want to pray for this child who has seen so much hate, so much death, and so much pain, you want for his memories to leave his body, in a cloud of smoke, so he may be at peace......

for friends
05:51 Dec 28 2005
Times Read: 549




A Poem to A Friend,

From A Friend



Written with a pen,

Sealed with a kiss,

If you are my friend,

Please answer this:

Are we friends

Or are we not?

You told me once

But I forgot.

So tell me true

So I can say…

“I’m here for you.”

Of all the friends

I’ve ever met,

You’re the one

I won’t forget

And if I die

Before you do

I’ll go to heaven

And wait for you

I’ll give the angels

Back their wings

And risk the loss

Of everything

Just to prove

My friendship is true…

To have a friend just like you.