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| BLOOD ROSES |
| This section of the site is dedicated to lack of sleep or alcohol induce ranting. I do not consider this poetry...at all. It is just odd thought pattern for the most part. |
| Thoughts Over A Beer Tell me it doesn't matter anymore It all feels the same this night Your touch can only numb me When it once kept me in nihility My enamored...my nonchalaunt paramour It doesn't matter that the moon hangs lower Or that I cannot offer the tears to encourage you I only know that the seasons are changing The robins usher in with their endearments Spring brings the melting of snow And the fascination melts with resonance So tell me now that you don't care Lie to yourself and her even more Dig your grave with insensitivity Know it is your riven pride When the warmth of your eyes cannot lie Never tell what we know should have been Only leave me with an etiolate ideal of you Here lies our denouement...friend. |
| Broken Verses of Thank You (The Danish Rant) Golden and beautiful you are that rediscovered thee A light decended upon, wrapping you in a blanket of blessing Lending a smile, a gentle touch, to an undeserving me |
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| Promises Promises made are promises broken Yet another of love's burdens A forsaken, unbearable token Would you love me before the morrow? I say naught; the bed is now cold Your scent gone, my only companion sorrow Forgotten I linger to writhe with your ghost A taste not unlike blood upon my lips Only a reminder that what you love kills most |
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| The Lover The hush falls against the street below Moonlight touching the dark clouds above All alone in secrecy she awaits... Melancholy but eagerly anticipating her love Tears fall, salt mingled with sweet liquor A hand cups salvation, small pearls against a palm Swallow them like pride and pain Dear woman, turn up the bottle and find calm Turn down the bedding and lie down in peace Shed a tear for regrets and sleep Soon the tall man in black will hold you A long desired embrace, you are his to keep When pale light erupted into the room You found what you thought a beautiful sight Drawing your knees up to your chest To your disappointment, it was morning light The promises and desire echo and fade to tears To your sorrow, you realize just like any other guy, My dear woman, even Lord Death himself, Snubbed you and chose to pass you by. |
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