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Posted Jul 9, '10 at 12:19pm

aknerd

aknerd

1,276 posts

The river flows
But only in memories
Now a dry dead river bed
The river must have moved
On with its life
I wonder what it's doing now
Or if the river remembers me
Maybe I shouldn't have peed in it
Every day.

hehehhehe...

new line:
Digging a grave is hard

 

Posted Jul 9, '10 at 12:19pm

DarkestNite

DarkestNite

164 posts

The river flows
Hiding more than it shows
What lies underneath?
A fast and restless sheath

It perfects, and destroys
With such innocent noise
It grows its rein
Across valley and plain

What will your fate be?

 

Posted Jul 9, '10 at 12:26pm

DarkestNite

DarkestNite

164 posts

arrghh!! sloooow connection, sorry :/

digging a grave is hard
when your soul is marred
shooting without thought
now he will rot

in the ground
untill he is found
nightmares will come your way
untill that day

relive your sin
you will never win
you will never forget
through sunrise and sunset

wash the blood off your hands

 

Posted Jul 9, '10 at 12:40pm

Avorne

Avorne

3,224 posts

Wash the blood off your hands
Clean the sweat from your face
Atone with body and with soul
Heal the sins of your race

The dew upon morning grass

 

Posted Jul 9, '10 at 12:46pm

DarkestNite

DarkestNite

164 posts

The dew upon morning grass
Makes the world seem so pretend
Like shining gold or brass
As if nothing can hurt it in the end

Blink and it dissapears
Like shimmering salty tears
It won't last long
Enjoy Memory's song

 

Posted Jul 9, '10 at 12:48pm

DarkestNite

DarkestNite

164 posts

sorry

next line:
Every memory holds a secret

 

Posted Jul 9, '10 at 3:00pm

Parsat

Parsat

1,810 posts

Every memory holds a secret:
The dream we think, we dare not seek it.
The thoughts that stir the hearts of man
Can never flow as well as planned.
The sins we hold within our minds--
Intoxication of all kinds--
Will always come to crook our way
Until that blessed light of day.

 

Posted Jul 9, '10 at 3:01pm

Parsat

Parsat

1,810 posts

Sorry about that, new line:

I looked into the wishing well

 

Posted Jul 9, '10 at 3:08pm

DarkestNite

DarkestNite

164 posts

nice poem :)

I looked into the wishing well
And I see the boy who fell
Jealousy and hatred
Stained his shirt red

Proud of what they had done
They thought they didn't need to run
Killed a sheep and cried wolf.

Do you get what it is about?

next line:
Burned in your lies

 

Posted Jul 9, '10 at 10:01pm

slayguy8

slayguy8

510 posts

Burned in you lies
you told so so many
each one is a burden
a burn so great
its not me or you is fate

Green as the springs new grass

 
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