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My darker Writes
Red Angel
A tarnished heart fits a welded soul,
living things dark as coal
keep the future fast and cold
where the shy warmth is bold
you'll find the littlest one.
The day of death; night of ease
the moon the only one to appease
her prayers turn to taunted pleas
if you could hear the knocking knees
while the chill of day haunts one.
And so she chides...
Scream the death of wake
Die the death of late
I won't listen
Carry my pain.
Fall past the ashes
Burn the bright lips
We see the last embers
After the passing of earth.
..to the last who forgot to hide.
[(c) 2000 K.a.y-T.e.e]
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She, the red angel
For this poem I was at an abmissmal point in my life and though it may not make too much sense to most, to me, it means the world. |
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Death by Light
He is hazy for once
Nothing really defined
Not by shapes, not by lines
Not by he, nor by she
but all noted by me.
The snow too, seems off
Nor is it white
But nothing either quite
So I try to accept
This world I dreamt
Somewhere deeper, diving down
I see the words but no sound
The world is melting away
Your life is dieing
Run.
Now I see the sky
Just for a moment people around
Float off of the ground
and I see free of all
Until the shapes shift, they fall.
Presently in the black
Shuddering against the chill
There's something odd, illwilled
Because I should be shivering
In a place where there is no feeling.
Once again my heart spews
Soft words cross my mind
Run, child, you're blind
You're missing it.
Dream again.
With a gasp, I look around my room
I seem distanced from it - living
It hurt to be seeing
I could focus, I was blind
Are they really dreams?
Or is life a trick of the mind?
[(c) 2000 K.a.y-T.e.e]
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'Nother linkie to the site where I got my piccies
Twisted Bliss
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For He Whom Dreams Are Made Of
"He who has only imagination and no intelligence, has wings and no feet." - Stated by an 18th Centure Poet
My imagination enlightens itself sometimes
To be pulled back out into reality, now then
If one's mind can soar to sky
From cold skulls misted in forgotten times
How is it that so many days pass us by?
To sleep, we dreams of things not to be retained
And yet somehow when we're awake
The most livid moving dreams take place
We hide from those that have remained
Only in retrospect do we revel and pick up the pace,
We dance too fast and think too slow
Life won't wait for us who tell it to stop, hold on!
Intellect? What does that have to do with anything?
We wouldn't have to stop, if we could just go.
If we can live in the dreams world, why think...
But humanity takes the bonds of life and straps us down
Given that we've a century or less to breathe
To prove that we can make a difference, we can survive
We will triumph, we shall not perpetually frown
So is it mind or imagination that keeps us alive?
For now, I have but one thought dwelling
As I sit here to write of a dreamt heart beat
My mind tells me that I am sad, that I need him
My hope keeps my love kindling
For a dreams who is lived here by a hymn.
[(c) 2000 K.a.y-T.e.e] |
Us four girlies!!! kay, Morgie, Danielle and Ash
:*:Giggles:*:Okie, wanna know which one's which? The blondie standing up is Ash. Ain't she cute?
The one next to her is Morgie, shy and kind.
The one on the end is me, mysterious and sleek.
And the one laying down is the charismatic Danielle |
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