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Array ( [sid] => 41327 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Where does it end? [time] => 2004-04-01 15:00:17 [hometext] => something different. [bodytext] => *Sighing, not breathing,
who made these lies worth believing.
Who'd ever thought that someday you'd die,
without a note, a warning, without a cry.

Come on, wake up,
smell the withered flowers.
Reeking smell of decay and of lost powers.
Find a reason, make a move,
believe that another die may come,
which to live for and make another move.

Standing at a stone gate,
peering through the iron bars,
seeing graves, dead flowers & trees,
in the end i'd reconize this is my final fate.

So many times i've tried to understand,
if there is something more to life,
something i missed, searching now,
can't seem to find something that wasn't there before.

Mystery, a darkened figure,
approaches out of the dark.
Takes his blade & ends his own life.
Leaves a corpse that's consumed by flames
and eternal pain.

Now, still sitting here writing this poem,
quil and ink is up, i'm almost done

An endless quest to find something that i will never find, except for everything i already have found [comments] => 3 [counter] => 144 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Kellros [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )

Where does it end?

Contributed by Kellros on Thursday, 1st April 2004 @ 03:00:17 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

*Sighing, not breathing,
who made these lies worth believing.
Who'd ever thought that someday you'd die,
without a note, a warning, without a cry.

Come on, wake up,
smell the withered flowers.
Reeking smell of decay and of lost powers.
Find a reason, make a move,
believe that another die may come,
which to live for and make another move.

Standing at a stone gate,
peering through the iron bars,
seeing graves, dead flowers & trees,
in the end i'd reconize this is my final fate.

So many times i've tried to understand,
if there is something more to life,
something i missed, searching now,
can't seem to find something that wasn't there before.

Mystery, a darkened figure,
approaches out of the dark.
Takes his blade & ends his own life.
Leaves a corpse that's consumed by flames
and eternal pain.

Now, still sitting here writing this poem,
quil and ink is up, i'm almost done

An endless quest to find something that i will never find, except for everything i already have found

Copyright © Kellros ... [ 2004-04-01 15:00:17]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Where does it end? (User Rating: 1 )
by Remy on Thursday, 1st April 2004 @ 03:03:04 PM AEST
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erg, sounds like you're tied at both ends and chaos creams the middle... great writing, hope the quest proves uesful! ;0)
~Remy~

Re: Where does it end? (User Rating: 1 )
by Jellybellyprincess on Thursday, 1st April 2004 @ 03:41:03 PM AEST
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AMAZING...... I usually don't go for dark poems. Not my style. I don't even know why I clicked in this one in the first place. But I was hooked by the first two lines, let me tell you. I think you did a fantastic job. (completely went above the "dark poetry stereotype", which I appreciate.) Absolutely wonderful.

God bless,
Ellen

Re: Where does it end? (User Rating: 1 )
by Stitch on Thursday, 1st April 2004 @ 06:19:38 PM AEST
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I know that feeling. "Is that all there is?" Sad to think I'm still asking that question at my age. I like this---especially the second stanza. Nice work.
Stitch

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