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Silence
Among the clatter of friends

Allows people to see

The joy and happiness

For which the magnetism holds

The bond of trust, honesty, and love

The the source of the reins

Though just a simple sign, word, or a phrase

Brings such a joyous noise

Down to a cashing eerie silence

And without any given one's knowing

The catastropic harm it causes

For anyone given person can be the victim

And for only the victims

Know there is no healing

And will forever fear the darkness

From the horror of the eerie Silence

I'm not much on saying things of myself for i am not an advertising billboard. I'm a free willed fellow whom will associate as accomodated. As for my like's, let's start with i enjoy reading Stephen King novel's. Going for walk's in the wilderness. Anything that has to do with Mother Nature. writing poetry. Plus more and if like to inform then there's a start. While you looking here might as well finish reading the rest of my profile as well. Thank You for your time

no matter the memories we store in our minds

there is always a place in which we dare not open

for in this place there is a closet

and for which what's in it will forever be haunting.

it's the storage of skeletons in which holds the evil in us all

so we attempt to keep the keys locked away

as for we not wish to let out such demonds to the world

for the rationallity of it shall always be dark and not a glimps of light in sight

a lone darkness of sorrow
the darkness holds the true beauty in which to live for

the shadows that i've wandered through never parts the sky

the demons lurk upon my soul in which i must detour

i find a different demon to befriend, for which pulls me away from the past

for it's the past darkness i have must let go

the darkness of new devoured me into another darkness of sorrow in which i suffer

the entanglement of friendship now forms a new storm

for the departure of friendships allows one to be alone

yet they claim you are not alone in darkness

and if that was to be true then i'd not be alone

for the darkness is the only road i know

and bowing my head in which grief and sorrow i've rendered

creates an even darker creature in which i no longer can control

T R A G E D Y

In the darkness of our happiness

The realms of sorrow lurk.

Might be such a brilliance of joy from a new life

Yet it's life ends in a crib.

The passion from a happy family

Then find the young alone from the fire

The thrilling of the fun families have

Become a sad time from the evils on the side

The brightness of a loving family

A clashing of metal throws in a sad curve

A beautiful togetherness of love

Gets rung out in shattered heartbreaks

Our love we have for life to live as happy as can

As for the sorrow in the sadness of life can turn

And that turn just might be nother more then a TRAGEDY

a short inquire about me......i enjoy reading Stephen King novels,writing poetry, and enjoying Mother Nature though i do enjoy many things thus dont we all so if these not rouse any minds then feel free to open yours and see what the imagination stirs out of the darknesss

BATTLE BETWEEN THE BOTTLE AND ME

life is so grand that i not ask for more
then i met the bottle whom became so dear
enjoyed the laughter and pleasure of friends that i
had
but yet the bottle made me a bitter enemy

companions shared and adorn through time
but the bottle showed what friends there are
lived life to the fullest with even the hardest of
tragedies
the bottle just hide the burden of such sufferring

i decided to build a new life
and the bottle been stored in the closet
got into the love of things that so missed through
life
the earning for the bottle still treasures my life

life turned into such a dark corridor
now the bottle screams so ever loudly
must try to recycle the life left as trash
as yet the bottle is starring me down

now stressed with no desire for life
the bottle tries to enter back into my life
if i survive this i've not a clue
as for the bottle is so desperate now

i now fight alone my sad world of love
as for the bottles replacement is all fun and games
but the treasures to move on now is fading fast
and now the bottle waits to see if the collision it so
loves
overwhelms the leftover of a burden life i live

The poor lonely stricken child looms from the darkness
as he veers a peek to watch other children playing and laughing not knowing the intent of their tormenting of the poor child.

The years have now moved on and now the poor child has become a teenager and with it the shallow chambers of darkness starts to grasp the poor child for now the learning of the earlier torment of years earlier are now understood but yet hates it for the loneliness is now accompanied by the past skeletons.

The poor child holds in the darkness so only he can see though knowingly the past hurdles has caused great grief, pain, and sufferring though only thinking he was no different then the others but the haunting continues on.

We now find the poor child has now learned and accepted what made him different though has wandered into an even darker life for which such concequinces turned him into one scared individual whom seems safe in no corner and not a chance of seeing any light though in some way managed to catch a grip before sinking under which the door he was knocking on.

With such a high from breaking away from such a demon did little else he know the light was still dark and wasnt about to part ways to the new joy of finding salvation to relieve him from facing it head on at all times but yet again there was a price to pay.

The poor child learned the fast paced world of the computer world and had the looks of light showing through the darkness only to block it out again and in doing so added to the darkness of his soul after hurt and sorrow once again took over the poor childs life.

So it looks to show that happiness is nothing more then a dream holding on to the darkest of skeletons which in turn will forever be haunting.

There is this place
It has a draw of a congregation
But Lurking from back behind
There hides his lingering eerieness
For there is always this feeling
Of the things you not know are there ( or are they)
The skeletons of ourselves always hides deep inside
And so all these souls join together
Where the corners are the deepest
And the darkness of these souls are like wandering zombies
But yet these souls pull together and build this soulful place
This soulful place yet so dark eerie and scary
In which makes you want to run
But its to late for our very souls are entrapped

Thus
We live
In This
DARK CORNER

SERINITY

I hear this knocking at a door
and to answer to a very small child
looking back at me as if were looking into the world of the unknown, thusfore i close the door.

I hear this knocking at a door
and to answer to a child of tender years
looking back at me as if were something yet to know,
thusfore i close the door.

I hear this knocking at a door
and to answer to a child of bitter age
looking at me as if i were a threat to it,
thusfore i close the door.

i hear this knocking at a door
to answer to a child not quite an adult
looking at me as the joy of life,
thusfore i close the door.

i hear this knocking at a door
to answer to a couple living large
turn and look at me as the fear of what sadness they do not want,
thusfore i close the door.

i hear this knocking at a door
to answewr to a couple so settled with family
look at me as the long road has narrowed,
thusfore i close the door.

i hear this knocking at a door
to answer to a cradle of old
look at me as if were in a dark room,
thusfore i close the door.

i hear this knocking at a door
only to answer to a dark hollow way
fore does not see anything for nothing there to see.

what one wishes they were but yet cant believe im real yet in the end i am just another imagination to make one wonder if we are real in life or just mere souls waiting to get out

the angel

A simple minded wanderer was making his way along
minding his own

Then fell across an angel of brilliance and filled
with such passion and desire.

She tells the wanderer that she to was a wanderer
seeking to glow

He says seek no longer for your glow cast off
beautiful colors

She returns "ah" so you the savior who shall help
lighten my load

Yes and all in return is the unconditional passion of
love

Payment is sealed as you wish the same as I

Then so two perfectly pieces of puzzles joined life so
complete

The taunting and earning for the treasured time they
shareed

As the time turned on with passion and fury

A toll fell upon as no words were spoke

The wanderer was craving to give in to it alland fell
ill to the worry

As morning of the dawning changed in time

The wanderer awakes to the dream of the angel in
another glow

And his lonely passion was where it started but with
no desire.

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