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#1  The Everlasting Search I will be posting my works here from time to time, everyone is welcome to add theirs. Just make sure it's really one of your own. Help me find what I am searching for, and in the midst of your replies, perhaps you may find the road less traveled. That's what this thread is all about. Have at it people. ~Syndusias|Amdusias~ Last edited by Amdusias; 01-25-2007 at 08:24 AM. |
12-18-2006, 02:05 AM
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| | Make Me Whole Living in a world composed of lies destroy the heart and rob the trust the love we value as prize awaken the passion heal the pain embrace the sorrow keep us sane just let this one slip away before we rest the day somewhere in there needs to be the hidden inner side of me as we finally come to realise we are living a love of lies What mystery love is with devotion to your existence such sensations as bodies shiver hanging by every word the lips quiver fill with joy that mind cannot measure the heart satisfies with such pleasure struck by the captivating smile to make this moment worthwhile with such yearning and desire fill this heart with fiery passion before this love subside lost and retires |
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12-18-2006, 02:07 AM
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| | No More -No More- Walking down a lonely trail in the morning rain, a thousand thoughts running through my brain. Nothing but the sky and the earth beneath me, down my in hole, closer to all that burns me. Flying in my time machine at such great speed, what was lost and wasted, my guilt was freed. No more pain, no more anger, just a naked man, Shake away this evil, and just forget my plan. My heart is fallin out my pockets, to the ground, memories stickin to my boots, they make no sound. This is who I am, this is what I'll be, This is what I raised, now set it free. no more mirrors, no more doors, no more stairs for all these floors. no more highways, no more roads, no more pain from all these loads. no more anger, no more hate, no more love, it's just too late. no more running, no more lies, no more rainbows in my skies. I will make my home, and rest my head, I will have my fun before I am dead. |
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12-19-2006, 03:26 AM
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| | From the Outside Over dusty shoulders I see a world I'll never win, and I should be anywhere.. Anywhere but here.. Dirty chalk clouds slur through a city sky until they drop off the stale earth, and this is my story, and I shall follow them, and I shall fall. Harsh and ugly. We lived life like we were the only ones not broken. Your heart was the fist matching my bruises, we were misplaced children, collapsed from our worlds and collided. We tugged our skin on the trees we climbed, trying to kidnap stars, you tripped me up once or twice and I stared at you while you let your fingers tiptoe cautiously across each graze. You were high and I wanted to save you, because I heard the sound of your body breaking against bathroom floor tiles making the air too painful to inhale. All I had to offer was stolen clichés slammed into poetry, you told me you wrote every word in your diary and read them when the door locked me out at twelve thirty AM and I followed flat clouds home, with a cigarette and smile. I was in love with passion and everyone laughed, apart from one person, you, who pressed understanding against me like only I mattered. We walked along our made-up streets all day, and fell into our glittered dreams at night. When you walked over our world with a boy at your side, you took my voice and broke it into dull monotones with flat ugly words, I felt betrayed but couldn’t think why. I abandoned that song that held us together and tried to crumble back into my own world hoping you wouldn’t noticed that I had gone. I tried to explain in postcards and sorry eyes, but I clutched onto the paper like a child holds the key to her secret box hidden under the bed, so dropped the pen and let it all slink into the air. I had too much to lose and I got tired of letting my heart block the air from my lungs. You spoke of how somebody was worried, how it felt like a dream, I wondered if all the times I had slid out of the room to brush my eyelashes dry had meant anything to you. Anything at all. I sang myself to sleep and dreamt of yesterday, when we marched to the beat of me and you against the world. With messy hair and my blue tinted lips, I whispered - 'show me something pretty' while kicking the mirror away, I'm beginning to like how my skin looks, pale and uneven, but can’t stand how my eyes look - left behind. |
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12-19-2006, 04:07 AM
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| | Seven Headed Devil Forgive me, father, for I have sinned. I have spent my time with seven devils. I read Pride’s self-help books, And endured Envy’s jealous looks. I went out to dinner and ate with Gluttony, And smurfed Lust to make her scream for me. Anger and I were low bidders from the beginning, By the end of poker night only Greed was winning. Sloth sat on my couch to watch the big fight, After several beers, he wound up staying all night. It’s not so big of a sin in retrospect. Father, my greatest sin, you see, Is that I enjoyed the seven’s company. |
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12-21-2006, 12:27 PM
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