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Jan 27, 2007 13:40:24 GMT -5
Post by Saltire on Jan 27, 2007 13:40:24 GMT -5
.: * Yeah... I whole bunch of my random poems I found. Figured I'd post them on here - why not? * :.Red of blood through hollow flames Orange of dusk through dying flames Yellow of sun; the morning light Green of grass; a bladed sight Blue of water; a serene lure Indigo of storms; a cloudy blurr Violet of Flowers; come spring they show Silver of the moon; brightly does it glow Brown of dirt; the earthen floor Black of night; a starry galore
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Jan 27, 2007 13:43:18 GMT -5
Post by Saltire on Jan 27, 2007 13:43:18 GMT -5
Dance with fire and feel the burn Rewind your life and the future you will learn Gaze upon the stars and the pathway you'll see Follow your heart and relieved you will be.
Dive into the ocean and embrace the unknown Blaze your own trail and survive alone Live your dreams and risk it all For to learn how to fly, you have to fall.
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Jan 27, 2007 13:44:10 GMT -5
Post by Saltire on Jan 27, 2007 13:44:10 GMT -5
A wanderer, dwelling in the future of the past. A lone, cold soul completely alone at last. A lurking, dark spirit, howling towards the moon. Waiting, watching, for another to come soon. A drifting outcast, unmatched pride and might. With a gloomy glare and leap of faith, he's completely out of sight
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Jan 27, 2007 13:45:35 GMT -5
Post by Saltire on Jan 27, 2007 13:45:35 GMT -5
Alone I stand with things out of hand Rampant chaos like sand fills the hour glass land
The rain falls slow Begging the sun to go As if I didn't know the clouds block out any glow
Once the storm clears it washes away all the fears that have built up through the years and makes it all disappear
Everything, for once, rid of mirth From above the blue sky to below the brown earth It proves what everything really is worth when the world is in a happiness dearth
Once was the storm, twisted and forlorn and always are people; tattered and torn But just as every rose has at least one thorn We think of people and storms with constant scorn
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Jan 27, 2007 13:46:20 GMT -5
Post by Saltire on Jan 27, 2007 13:46:20 GMT -5
I'm starting to sware and curse in my head, for everyone that I hate to be dead. I'm blaring the music to drown out it all, and everytime I stand I'm hoping to fall.
If she wasn't here and it wasn't thursday, then maybe our friendship wouldn't be at bay. Yet I'm finding it kind of hard to say, for once in your life I hope you pay.
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Jan 27, 2007 13:46:47 GMT -5
Post by Saltire on Jan 27, 2007 13:46:47 GMT -5
A look into the future and a glance into the past The way others treat everything there's no way this world will last
I think I'm the only one who even gives a care Just don't say it's my fault when there's no one else there
So when everything's trashed and polluted, and rampant threats are all around Remember you only have yourself to blame and that's your future; unsound
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Jan 27, 2007 14:13:34 GMT -5
Post by Scy on Jan 27, 2007 14:13:34 GMT -5
Very lovely
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