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Steady were the hands of the writer His mind lost in a trance of endless dreams Sweet were his words and cunning was his tongue He ..

A touching poem of love and death.

Just a fun poem i tried to write.

Silent is my cry for redemption Felt are my scars and fears I see my future only through blood shot eyes I plead now on weathere..

Her swollen eyes fell steadily upon the grey ashes around her Her hair a tangled flame of velvet beauty She was speechless to the cri..

We seek truth through ignorance and stupidity We sew our lessons of life with poison Damned is our understanding of the world With..

Fine is the grass beneath my feet Smooth is the westward wind across my face Ancient and knowing are the mountains above me Whispe..

It feeds on my uncontrolled silence Peeling away the layers of my mind, poking at my secrets Unsure I am of its cause but a slave..

The harsh truth of most love stories.

His fear had finally consumed him. Its horizontal steps ate away at his thoughts. It had been three years since the ladder. Never befo..