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Dameon
March 31st, 2007, 05:13 PM
"A TIME TO DIE"
Waiting
Waiting, forever waiting.......
on the verge of the darkness; unable to cross, unwilling to go back.
Waiting

For isn't that the principle of life?- To wait?
Life is one strenuous line, stretched to a limited eternity.

Belieiving
Trusting this sweet, sweet caricature; a picture of beauty, preserved forevermore...........what end can come without begining?

What is the begining?
Where is it distinguished from the end.
Don't all thngs end..........what's the point of begining - is it not the end?

Anxiety of anticipation draws the sweat out,
Watch the clock tick your final hours of pain and suffering.
Hate it, your begining, your end.

Is this our path, is it mine?
End is final, Fate endures time.

Ironic Infidel In England
April 1st, 2007, 02:41 AM
I like it!

Dameon
April 2nd, 2007, 03:53 PM
Thanks! It's from a year or so ago. I was kinda suicidal then. I kept all the stuff I wrote in a journal. Ther's a lot more. Maybe I'll post another.

Ironic Infidel In England
April 3rd, 2007, 04:23 AM
Please do.

Dameon
April 5th, 2007, 04:52 PM
" 'Confused' "
My love is like rocks
My heart is a hole
I am a crevice
corrupt of a soul

I try to feel
to love
to care
-but trying is exhausting
as is being continually here

I'm anxious - for what? I don't know,
desperately I strive to show
some level of sanity
something acceptable - the norm
Though I fear,"Normal" isn't exactly something one can learn.

I am here
Forever will I remain
A crevice
A rock
A hole
"Confused" and insane.

Zazu
April 5th, 2007, 04:55 PM
I really like your poems and your general style of writing, 5/5 from me!

dannyley
April 5th, 2007, 06:24 PM
amazing

Dameon
April 6th, 2007, 03:51 PM
"Beauty"

Skin deep
Sillhouetting the outline of exhistence
Defining
a contradiction of common belief
Misleading
Down the path of self-worthlessness
Abandoning
in the Dark alley of Dignity
Saving
with convalescent might
Corrupting
through it's evanescent light
Completing
the infinitive void
Ashaming
-object of "perfection"
Surrounding
"Death" at every door
Addicting
-always wanting so much more

Beauty is a dangerous force
The reaper of souls
Bringer of remorse

Unfortunately it doesn't exist
- a figment of immagination
Bringing all to a "place of rest"
So why are we still deluded?

kikicupkake
April 6th, 2007, 04:03 PM
man you should be a wrighter later in life you that good

Zazu
April 6th, 2007, 06:33 PM
Another great one! You write short poems, but they have such an impact.

Ironic Infidel In England
April 7th, 2007, 02:43 AM
You should get them published.

Everglow
April 8th, 2007, 02:09 PM
beautiful..all of them

the one titled 'confused' hit me on a very personal level. the emotions are captivating.

great job