I suppose it would be undeniably classy of me to write an interesting forward to this poem, but alas, that is not meant to be. Although this is all in good fun, take this poem at least a little seriously. Come on, guys!
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Waves crash against the ancient shore, endless cycles forevermore.
It came to me on a cold, dark winter's night- filled me with fright.
You said once that blood was thicker than water
Then what does it mean to spurn a friend?
For the sake of kin and daughter.
Cycles cannot have an end.
The tree of life goes round and round
I am all, but I am void.
Waves crash against the ancient shore, endless cycles forevermore
And the bitter taste of remembrance abound
Feels at first sweet on your tongue, nevermore
A rebound.
That burns you eternally
For the sins of your fathers.
Settling
An ancient score.
Love cannot touch that which is unreachable.
Or can it?
Hope is said to be false
But what am I
Without hope.
Hope will end
Said score.
.
(You know the face
not the story
My name
But not
The Horror
Look closer
Deeper
Till all that remains
Is what you truly need to know,
Truly.
The truth-
The truth shall set you free)
What is life without you?
Is it a dark cold wasteland?
Or a door to new beginnings?
The possibilities are endless
So are the sorrows.
Contradictory tones
Of life without you.
It isn't real life without you
Is it.
Or is it a façade,
Love.
That only exists for heartache.
I don't believe that though,
Given how much love I'd had
Forgive me,
I am just going mad
Facing the contradictory tones of life without you.
Words cannot express my helpless love for you
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Vicious Cycle
PoetryA collection of- What shall I say?- 'macabre' poems that tell a story- A story of love, hate, and all that rubbish in the middle. The rubbish that, somehow, you cannot live without. The rubbish that sometimes literally kills you. And I'm not talki...