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Sunday MorningYou shout songs of praiseSunday Morning
as my voice is a weak whisper of a fading prayer You sing of joy, hope, and peace
While my heart cries, aching for redemption and salvation You stand held I stand alone. You look at me with such a confident smile And wonder
Why I can’t force those anymore When I finally have no strength, when these long-held tears betray the dark eyes that hid them so long I would hate for you to see me so weak. I turn away facing the tall stained-glass window to hide my eyes First words spoken, such an everyday question My simple response, j
by ~Talin-Tsukai
Four in the Morning.Why is it so silent at four in the morning? Music on, hiding the slight hum of the glowing computer monitor.. The muted tv flickers gently as scenes pass glowing in the darkness of the cold basement where i count my sleepless hours. Footsteps creak overhead… old homes keep no secrets, you know.Four in the Morning.
A conversation runs on the screen With or without my presence or acknowledgement.
My empty coffee mug looks so cold in the eerie glow. Keys tap gently as I type, and the footsteps have yet to cease. The cat stirs in his sleep, and I glance toward him His black eyes stare op
by ~Talin-Tsukai
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Poetry Review assignmentOld Tombs, you never leave me long Memories of pasts sweep by like the evening tides In short time returning newPoetry Review assignment
And it’s your voice I still hear Your steady heartbeat felt within my own The thought of you here takes away fears And I imagine once more, your hand in mine.. And the depth of your eyes, Making room for wonder.
I may be strong, but its only for you Though you’ve gone I still hold the strength you gave me If only to lend it back to you should yours ever falter
Now and always, I make you this promise, When you re
by ~Talin-Tsukai
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As...As F o r g o t t e n .as a locket dropped beneath cold rivers .as a lovenote that was never sent; that received no reply I awake in a middle of a winter night, to notice that the only present I received was a re-gift of avarice.As...
as .m e m o r y .that's unreliable feigns a false memory of eating with you, being with you learning alongside you news of some funeral, some wedding .some birth of some nonexistent neice or nephew...
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.r e g r e t
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- Current Residence: Nowhere, PA
- Favourite artist: My friends on DA, of course!
- Favourite poet or writer: Maya Angelou, Frost, Poe, Meghan!
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"When the end comes I will say that I am not afraid, for death is the next great adventure"
-Makurayami-Kangaebukai
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"When the end comes I will say that I am not afraid, for death is the next great adventure"
-Makurayami-Kangaebukai
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"When the end comes I will say that I am not afraid, for death is the next great adventure"
-Makurayami-Kangaebukai
See j00 tomorrow, lol!
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As life flows on,
who ever will read it--
this keepsake to her
whose memory will never die?
--Lady Murasaki
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