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[aid] => mick
[title] => Mystery
[time] => 2010-12-11 01:43:10
[hometext] => My first and favorite poem in a serious manner. Wrote this my Senior year in high school, four years ago. It's a very long poem seperated into three different instances. Hope you like it!
[bodytext] => Part I. Intelligence And Integrity, Were Simply Never Meant To Be. That Which Was There For Me, I Could Not Seem To See. She Was Either someone Dear, Or Someone Whom I should fear. For She Clung Onto My Skin, As She Wore Me Down, So Slim And Thin. While she looked Angelic, All But Her Countenance Remained Demonic. While She Flew Around Me With Amazing Speed, Something Made Me Not Take Heed. She Reached Within My Chest and Gripped My heart, Were It Possible To Be Ripped Apart? I Held My Hand Upon Her Face, And Then The Visit Had Lost All Grace, She Faded To Dust and Blew Away, And I Would Never Come To Forget That Day. For While That Visitor Left Me There, In My Hand Was A Clump Of Gorgeous Hair. End of Part I. Part II. Oh Dear Diary, Woe Is me. Here I Am Drifting Upon This Endless Sea. It's Been Twelve Months Since, That Whom Had Such Innocence. I Keep The Hair Inside My Hand, And I hope One Day It Will Reprimand. The Sins, I Have Done, And All Of The Battles That I Have Won. Oh My Strange - Yet Seductive Love, Were You Sent From Hell Or Up Above? Is This Feeling Right Or Wrong? Will The Answer Ever Come Along? I Don't Know If I should Love You, Or Even What My Hate Could Do. The Men Aboard All Say I'm Mad, But If They Saw You, I Know They'd Be Glad. For You I cannot Hate, For You I will Always Wait. It Feels Like You Are Oh So Far, And All You Have Left Me, Is This Scar. End Of Part II. Part III. Some Things Have Happened Since We Last Met, Like The Moon Did My Hair Get. Years Have Passed And My Skin Is Tightened, But From Our Visit I Am Not Frightened. They Keep Me Here, In This Room, As They Claim It Will Save Me From My Own Doom. Yes Here In This Very Dwelling, Where I'm Beaten For Simply Yelling. I Can't Go On, My Life Is Almost Gone. How I Wish For Your Visit, Oh You....So Exquisite. Before Me...What Is This Bright Light? It Instills Within Me No Fright. Is it The Angel I Hold Dear? Is that Why I have No Fear? I Catch A Glimpse And Yes It Is! How Long I've Waited Simply Just For This! I Reach Out For My Angel Of Hospitality, But Alas She Gives Me A Kiss, From The Angel Of Fatality. End Of Part III. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 122 [topic] => 13 [informant] => xHeathenx [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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