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Artist's Name:Kali
Artist's Elftown User Name:[
KryptcJuggalette]
Poem Category:Sad
Poem's Title:Origonal Sin
Poem:
If you step in to the light you might see me for who I am, you know God didn't create anything called original sin, it's boggling to the mind and the heart can't defend, all the tragic pieces broken deep within.......
The nights are long and at times I want to run, like a flame with silver wings I can do so many things, like the furnace of the heart, the same guilt that tore us apart, when will the ending finally start.......
I hear the music once again, just like a long lost friend, a waltz of make believe, old ghosts I can't retrieve, on the wind of fate, how I long to simply relate, to the time that is long gone, but still the torch burns on.......
And I think you'll never understand just what the soul must demand, how the angry wounds must heal and the fire is no longer a thrill, how close I've been to heaven, how close I've been to hell, how many lives are broken throwing pennys down a wishing well.......
Tonight the wind is changing, the fates have now been kind, I can look in to the eyes of reason and God bless this soul of mine, I have stood in the tempest, I have stood on solid ground, I have never once relented, I have never once backed down.......
I have never been an angel, wings of fire I've never had, I can't walk on water, but I have never been that bad, I find a few things daunting and I can't seem to find the time to let anyone in, I'm not a saint but I'm no ones original sin.........
If you step in to the light you might see me for who I am, you know God didn't create anything called original sin, it's boggling to the mind and the heart can't defend, all the tragic pieces broken deep within.......
Artist's Name: Mitsuki Ashya
Artist's Elftown User Name: [
Digital Fortress]
Poem Category: Dark
Poem's Title: At Night
Poem:
At night I hear their voices,
At night I hear their screams.
At night I always lie awake,
Fearful of my dreams.
At night I cannot see the day,
Or light the sun may bring.
At night I cannot really say
What fearful things I see.
At night I see their eyes
So red and full of hate.
Knowing all the things they do,
I try to avoid the bait.
At night they send me gifts,
Or things they call a dream.
But all they really want to do,
Is make me writhe and scream.
In my bed I lie awake,
Not wanting to lie still.
I know that when I go to sleep,
I'll be held against my will.
This is why I cannot sleep,
Until the day has come.
This is why I sleep at day,
Under the bright warm sun:
At night I hear their voices,
At night I hear their screams.
At night I always lie awake,
Fearful of my dreams.
Artist's Name: Travis
Artist's Elftown User Name: [
Moorn]
Poem Category: Love
Poem's Title: Moment
Poem:
Stranger meets stranger one moment in time,
and speak a few casual words,
it's nothing unusual it happens each day,
the new journey begins at a glance.
Maybe that moment stands out to the one
or the other as cases may be,
Maybe it doesn't, but maybe it does,
as the moment can go either way.
Now, if the moment does what a moment should do
then the course of the journey is set,
the arrow is notched and the bowstring is drawn
two strangers, acquainted, soon friends.
Friends do the things that true friends always do,
they play and they scrap and they play,
then a moment arrives when the look in their eyes
goes from playful to hopeful to want.
So now there is fear in the eyes of the one,
of rejection, deception, and 'no',
So play becomes tense and they speak with silence
not the words that both need to say.
So time builds up valor and courage and all,
and worry is conquered by want,
Days turn to weeks and the bravery to speak
becomes fiction, then action, then done.
Then here is the moment where I intervene
if the time and the energy's right,
I aim and I fire so the good friends' desire
is brought to the eyes of the light.
Hit, graze, or miss then my mission's complete
to start the next moment anew,
Who am I, what's my name, you want to know?
Call me a moment, most do.
Artist's Name: Mitsuki Ashya
Artist's Elftown User Name: [
Digital Fortress]
Poem Category: To make you think...
Poem's Title: Who's the monster?
Poem:
She runs away, she turns and runs
From flashing lights and smoking guns.
Her eyes are wide, she's full of fear
Because the monster is coming near.
Her heart beats fast, within her chest
She has to flee, no time for rest.
Her home now seems, so far away
As the night bleeds into day.
From right behind, the monster cries,
The voice of triumph, the time to die.
The shot’s been fired, it’s target down
Upon the head a blood red crown.
The hunters came, upon the sight
Of a wolf and cub, that night.
The wolf survived, the cub did not
Upon her head, a small sized dot.
The mother wolf, her eyes so sad
Remembered the life, the cub once had.
The life that now, was snatched away,
Just as night, turned into day.
Artist's Name:Madison
Artist's Elftown User Name:[
Roccoriel]
Poem Category: sad
Poem's Title: Of The Lost
Poem:
There are some souls in this world that make a choice,
A descision they feel gives strength to their voice.
A choice which brings upon them sorrowful tears,
This however is but false hope, stemming from their fears.
In misery they feel the power, a sickly strength,
A victims pain and in despair they’ll stay at length.
For in this grief they seek the sympathy of another,
As they’ve had before from their father and their mother.
Here they dwell, bound by need.
Upon the pity they receive from others do they feed.
As times passes by they fall, their mind shut against reason,
They sit idly as their thoughts destroy them in self treason.
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