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you picked up the pieces and saved what I know.

You captured the essence of the chain round my heart,
and turned all my feelings and dreams into art.

By my window I sit and wish on the stars,
Though my wounds are healed there will always be scars.

I have lost trust it now rots in my mind,
behind my eyes blood you will find.

The ink runs clear, lost to the dark,
like everything here it makes no mark.

The knife in my hand is Guided by you,
you control my mind heart and soul to. [comments] => 7 [counter] => 199 [topic] => 13 [informant] => maestar [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
Two

Contributed by maestar on Wednesday, 22nd March 2006 @ 09:50:47 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



You were born from the ruins that smothered my soul,
you picked up the pieces and saved what I know.

You captured the essence of the chain round my heart,
and turned all my feelings and dreams into art.

By my window I sit and wish on the stars,
Though my wounds are healed there will always be scars.

I have lost trust it now rots in my mind,
behind my eyes blood you will find.

The ink runs clear, lost to the dark,
like everything here it makes no mark.

The knife in my hand is Guided by you,
you control my mind heart and soul to.




Copyright © maestar ... [ 2006-03-22 09:50:47]
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Re: Two (User Rating: 1 )
by dalamar on Wednesday, 22nd March 2006 @ 01:36:36 PM AEST
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To me it seems to be some battel within yourself, with a hint of someone on the outside helping. For good or bad, I cannot tell.

A new life whereas the old is still there in the dark waiting for the right time to kill. But hey these are just my thoughts.


Re: Two (User Rating: 1 )
by crazy on Wednesday, 22nd March 2006 @ 09:17:55 PM AEST
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im not going to say what i think is wrong i try not to do that anymore.but i love they way you described the emotions so well.i love it


Re: Two (User Rating: 1 )
by drtylilsecret on Wednesday, 22nd March 2006 @ 10:21:54 PM AEST
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i agree with 'crazy' on what it's about, but as for poem, it was great, flowed really well, and beautifully written.

~natalya


Re: Two (User Rating: 1 )
by Archie on Friday, 24th March 2006 @ 11:15:34 PM AEST
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I think you are talking about "fate". This is why; fate controls the future, fate decides our wishes, fate haunts our past, we lose hope in fate and finaly it controls our actions and thoughts. Even if you are not talking about fate I think this is graet poem. 5 stars.


Re: Two (User Rating: 1 )
by lillyjane on Wednesday, 26th April 2006 @ 12:33:26 PM AEST
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Well you could mean God, or Jesus dont really know but its a brilliant poem maestar, loved it, does poetry run in your family, it does in mine. xxxxxxxxxxxx


Re: Two (User Rating: 1 )
by lillyjane on Wednesday, 26th April 2006 @ 12:37:26 PM AEST
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Had another thought you could mean your subconcious Maestar. xxx


Re: Two (User Rating: 1 )
by Manda2 on Monday, 19th June 2006 @ 06:35:20 PM AEST
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A brilliant write Maestar! You have a fantastic imagination and you are a natural born writer! I think it probably does run in your family!!




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