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DECISIONS: THE END DEAD

Posted in poetry, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , on November 28, 2009 by ravenstooth
A gun ready to fire; is like love
A knife willing to cut; is like love
A noose promising to hang; is like love
A girl wanting to love is like being shot, stabbed, or slung
 
Love is like a rose
Or a sunrise
Love is like a newborn
With beautiful blue eyes
Love is like the smell of rain
Or autumn
Love is like the ocean
Even at the bottom

DECISIONS: THE END DEAD

Posted in poetry, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on November 27, 2009 by ravenstooth
Fingers are sweating,
Skin looks bitten.
Secluded in sorrow,
From verse yet written.
 
Aging face,
My eyes see treasures.
A poem for Earth’s
Infinite pleasures.
 
Hear the mystery,
Touch of fire.
Enchanted sonnets,
For all to admire.
 
Legends to live for,
Visions to see.
The verve is fear,
In poetry.