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15:29 Jul 29 2005
Times Read: 682




Tortured soul… Created by the hellions this world has brought upon it… once alive now dead it seeks… it looks on into darkness frightened griping to reality with little strength… thoughts of letting go run through the veins… the blood stops pumping… death has finally claimed the damned…As the worthless is drowned by the sins it has created… Hope begins to rise… Not upon death… but by hope of someday living… light appears upon this damned grave…love is filled… by the true form… Tristan…

My Words
15:28 Jul 29 2005
Times Read: 683

I was born in Medicine Hat, Alberta, on July 11, 1989. I haven’t really had any support for my poetry because its either to honest or to depressing, not my fault I'm not wearing the blindfold the world has given us to put darkness over all the evil. I am originally a high school student and my poetry was never noticed until editor’s choice award. And now here, so I hope that you love my poetry and I will write many more, hopefully publish a book. This poem is very special because I wrote it for my grandpa; He was my everything in my life. He was a strong man and fought cancer for 2 or 3 years. And I never saw him before he passed, and I was angered and unhappy with myself. This poem tells me what he would have said to me; he was that wise that it passed through my fingers onto paper. Please you shall know which poem it is …. Dark happiness to you…