

Poet's RoadCrisis: you and I are one! Drama, I am your very son.Poet's Road
Tragedy, you are my muse; ever it seems I am yours to abuse.
I walk a narrow path, it seems: sunlight smiles, moonlight screams.
Ever a bud, yet ever a thorn; first to joy, and first to mourn.
Yes, I walk the Poets Road: and yes, I bear the Poets Load. Emotions abode! Gift and curse bestowed..
And so I drink and eat emotion:
life-giving elixir, toxic potion.
I live at once in dark and light: in both chaos and peace I find delight. &nbs


PerceptionPerhaps this is a poem that does not count for much; Even still, there is a lesson to be learned, as such. Reason stands as reason knows, on logic and firm fact; Certainly, if you be but wise, you will understand the tact. Even this has reason, though you may find it quite lacking; Perhaps my goal is not more than a simple thing, to give an idea backing: To make known what every poem ever thought shares. I believe I have nearly done it now; this writing nearly declares-- Only look further, past alliteration, rhymes, and meter.Perception
Not more than a perception, and that makes it all the sweeter.


Open my EyesThe time has come to press on; for I see more clearly now. And I ride not into sunset, but dawn; yes, I see more clearly now.Open my Eyes
Not to an end, but to a start! Ah, I see more clearly now; virtue does not bind, but set apart. Yes, I see more clearly now!
Open my eyes Lord, and let me see; show me the good inside of me. Open my eyes Lord, and let me know give me Your strength, that I might grow. Open my eyes Lord; show me the way grant me Your Light, that I might not stray.
Lord, you have been good to me; and though trials have come, here


Ode to a Way of LifeHeres to life-- Whatever life youll lead. Rife with strife, and youre just looking to bleed.Ode to a Way of Life
Hanging out-- rough crowd, rough thrills, a route to clout Yet, where will you be when it stills?
Making out-- with just whoever you please no doubt devout
to your festering, selfish disease.
Sneaking out-- escape those who know better dont pout about consequences that could fetter.
Passing out-- and thats considered fun? If this shouts not doubt, then moonlight outshines the
Devious Comments
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And forgotten Midnight Nightmares... })i({
-thedarkangelofdeath
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I can feel you all around me
Thickening the air I'm breathing
Holding on to what I'm feeling
Savoring this heart that's healing
-Flyleaf
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-Why are tennis players never good with relationships?
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