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Our CrimeThe eyes that once sparkled as they looked upon the world Are now cast looking with a darkness that is hollowOur Crime
A face that lit the world with hope-
Is lost and sallow
A heart that with the wind once fluttered is now gripped in cold And in the loneliness it wallows
Our Crime was that life offered us a cup of happiness But instead we chose to fill our hearts with that of sorrow
Leaving a soul that once roamed brightly against the darkness- Now just a shadow
Weeping in the darkness – helpless I feel as a child Return me to t
by ~fly-0008
The disappointment of realityI am suddenly filled with a terrorThe disappointment of reality
The words you said were true
So now in weakness—I feel the anger
Because .. This moment has left my world somewhat dimmer
Then it had been just seconds away
My existence a little lonelier
Then it had the previous day
and my being more sad
Then I had been just hours away
in so I will remain a keep away some distance
and in silence
not wishing to speak nor trusting that which I may speak.
by ~fly-0008
The Pianist Part IIAnd that’s when he turned around Its not enough! He said I am still searching ,for something that perhaps I already know. In search of the person that I am—a person that is more than just my being In the quest I will find a love and alas a pain that is great— that which no heart will ever feel that which will catch me— so that I can set it free, its mark will be the sound of the wind and forever it will grieve. so that one day- I can fly But not like the bird For the bird feels the cage, and not like the angle For it feels the destitute. I am searchingThe Pianist Part II
by ~fly-0008
-Lineage-O’ child gather your belongings for it is time to go-Lineage-
This is the scent of sand at dusk For which it promises home
Just as sweet as the hues cast aside To splatter upon the dues
The streets begins to empty
As the kettle brews
Change into this gown For these are now your clothes
For the blood that runs through our veins Is your blood too
But alas can you not see—the heart in which it flows too Sings a different tune
And the direction that the wind blows Is not the life I chose?
As the pulsa
by ~fly-0008
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All of the true things I am about to tell you are shameless lies.
-Bokonon
My poetry tends to sound like inappropriately long and personal hallmark cards except without the sense of occasion.
My prose is shallow and pedantic.
I came across your piece--when I was reading through Literary deviations under "Crime"
just to get rid of block that I am currently encountering on a piece I am working on.. your poem was one of kind under that category..It was the first poem that I came across that wasn't referring to the crime of love or murder--and its a very unique Idea that it presents.
kudos to thinking outside the box ^_^
by the way its not that ancient--I didn't look at the date--until you pointed it out.
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every morning at daybreak birds scream in hellish rage to warn us of the truth, to bad we don't speak bird.
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All of the true things I am about to tell you are shameless lies.
-Bokonon
My poetry tends to sound like inappropriately long and personal hallmark cards except without the sense of occasion.
My prose is shallow and pedantic.
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