Footprints In The Snow21 Feb 08Footprints In The Snow
I always got your humor. I'm sorry I didn't always laugh, Because I was too busy Looking into your eyes, And smiling, Because you're always so cute. Two months, six days It has been since Your name hath been taken off my list. One day has it been since
Your name were written there again, To my list of Loves lost, To my list of tragedies, Your name the most Loved, Your legend the most tragic. Now you've broken my heart With a broken promise Which you "always knew" you'd break; A signature for the sale of your Life
HopeHope. I see it. I feel it. I have it. I have it, and it's no longer blind. I have it, and it feels real now. Fear. I see it, and I flinch. I feel it, and I cry out silently in pain. I have it. I have it, and it's with me More often than my shadow. I have it, and it would consume me Were it not for my Hope. Pain. Fear hurts. I fear that in which I would despair. Pain follows fear as a second shadow, A shadow of a light at a different angle. This light, it blinds me, Blanking out all other thought. It would consumeHope
Will You Hate Me?The two layed together in the near aphotic room, on the soft grain of the leather couch. The boy leaned over her, kissed her. He took in her scent as if it were a drug, his high. He stroked her soft skin lightly, lovingly. He rubbed her upper leg firmly. He held her, and she held him. He looked at her with beautiful, captivating, crystalline eyes that sparkled in the dim light with a sort of warm friendliness, a loving playfulness. In his pupils was the reflection of her face.Will You Hate Me?
...Her eyes were filled with tears. Not of sorrow, but of fear. She wanted nothing more than to make him happy; she wanted desperately for him to love her.
Faithless LoveFaithlesss angels weep in sorrow As sacred turns profane, Reverence lost for a sadistic God.Faithless Love
Demons laugh in wicked cacaphony At the twisted comedy, The mortals' tragedy.
Blood shed in the name of religion, Tears shed in the name of love, Pain is both suffered and suffered unto in the name of both, All unnecessary, All of mortals' ignorance.
White rose petals fall into pools of crimson blood, Crosses worn inverted in mockery of a religion corrupt. Love and faith, That which should be pure, Now rarely greater than ideal.
Every...
Pain
2) Emo poetry is ok but no /wrists.
3) WoW has lost control of me. BWAHAHAHAHA.
2.) It's old poetry. My newer works are much more... not emo.
3.) Whoot. Well, what has control of you now?
Also, I'd have to say maybe my writing has control... or maybe just random stuff.
I gotta catch up with your new work. And I gotta make my life stop being random bullshit >.< and actually get something meaningful done.
Question: How would you feel about doing an online and eventually offline radio thing? Not yet, in a few months, I'm getting shit to function. For the moment, I'm DJing for a band professionally, and I'm working on my own project, and I've been wanting to do a radio show for... ever. With a Gemini, 'cause I have the best convos with those, lol.
-Sharps
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