I feel confined at the moment, so, please, don't mind this quick piece. I just had to get it out of my system.
Where only nameless characters breathe their endless lines
And sounds created by strings of words lift the white sand,
Like wind lifts the changing leaves of a realistic autumn,
I raise my hands to the moon and speak my tongue to the highlands
"In time with the sea, I curse you, and I curse the land on which I stand. This world makes me sick, and yet I can't seem to rid myself of the qualities that which bring such warmth to my being. Please, I only ask for your forgiveness, for my self control lacks when it comes to such matters. Let me leave, and only then will I be at rest with the problem of this world."
Only then do I realize my time to be near.
Poetry by Kerra Dolarhyde
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Written on 2006-08-04 at 02:19
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Without Passion
Deep in the ancient forests of a fictional island,Where only nameless characters breathe their endless lines
And sounds created by strings of words lift the white sand,
Like wind lifts the changing leaves of a realistic autumn,
I raise my hands to the moon and speak my tongue to the highlands
"In time with the sea, I curse you, and I curse the land on which I stand. This world makes me sick, and yet I can't seem to rid myself of the qualities that which bring such warmth to my being. Please, I only ask for your forgiveness, for my self control lacks when it comes to such matters. Let me leave, and only then will I be at rest with the problem of this world."
Only then do I realize my time to be near.
Poetry by Kerra Dolarhyde
Read 874 times
Written on 2006-08-04 at 02:19
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