January 8, 2009
The day is cursed
Souls run dry
It flies so fast
We don’t want to die
With immortal minds
But human throughout
We fear the one thing
Leaving all in doubt
As the wheels turn
At the moon of the last
I’ll walk toward possible fate
In the place of my past
Only minor distractions
Will catch my eye
The minor changes
Before I die
This one is mine.
I don't know if you may have noticed, but Lilac, Echo and I do all write a lot. In fact, I typed up 65 poems yesterday. The only reason I post more of Lilac and some of Echo's and not as much as mine is because they don't care and mine are somewhat personal sometimes. I'm sure you know how that goes.
Tilla
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8 comments:
yeah, i know how that is. and the worst part is i really want people to see them to see if they're good but i really don't want anyone to see them because i puked my soul on the paper...
oh well! awesome poem! *hands cookie*
Sooooo true....some poems just can't be shared..
Some poems SHOULDN'T be read...
...gr, Tilla, just GR
Lilac I could say the same about you...remember that time when I was asleep and you found my notebook? Hmmm?
-Saphire
I didn't POST them on the INTERNET
By the Way people
I wanted this post to stay up front so that all the comments would be in one place.
SO yes, this was on purpose.
<3 Tilla
hey, I was just surfing through profiles...
you guys are AMAZING!
that's all
~anonymous
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