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"Poems Don't use words, they use Feelings and emotions, not words." -Author (unknown)
Poem
8/2/98 10:59 P.M.
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Upon The Midnight Moon
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As I stair out the window of my prison. As I stair out upon the midnight moon, I hear a hint of music or the faint most wisper of the wind through the contaning bars. I know not that my life is of a burning candle and my existence may be extinguished with the softest breeze. I do not wish, I do not dream, I only imagin what one day could have been my victory upon a world of illusion and misbelief. But what is victory without the celebration. But what is celebration with out a friend. But what is a friend, when friendship is not enough. When only the love of someone more than friends. A girl, a friend, a copanion, a taker, and a lover. Yes a lover, someone to stand before and say "forgoten times, but how can it be forgoten if I never am to be?"
And the shadow fell upon the Land, and the World was riven stone from stone. The oceans fled, and the mountains were swallowed up, and the nations were scattered to the eight corners of the World. The moon was as blood, and the sun was as ashes. The seas boiled, and the living envied the dead. All was shattered, and all but memory lost, and one memory above all others, of him who brought the Shadow and the Breaking of the World. And him they named Dragon.
Love is something that beckons us at every turn. It is like a preditor that stalks us all our adolesent lives. It can tempt you, it can persist you, it can even kill you. but be not afraid of this wonderful sickness, for it can also open a window to your inner self. It can show you things about what you desire, but it usually wont show you untill its to late. Love can exist at every turn it can even be with you right now. But be careful with love for the outcome of something very powerful usually leads to good, but it can also lead to disasterous results. But do not fear love because it serves nothing but good. It is only the people that treat it wrong or misuse it that cause it to turn to bad. Do not be afraid to love love because it is more than good it is great.
The wind around me moves. The ground below me settles. I sence time , thus it has no meaning. I leave civilazation behind, pushing it from my mind. The place where I am is very much alive but at the same time it is also very dead. the voices of a thousand travelers fill my head, but they do not exist. At least, not to a physical state. But those travelers are gone now, leaving me at calm. Who they were, I will probably never know. I feel the wind agenst my back, the rain apon my skin, the earth beneath my feet. All of it is real. But how real? The places I have seen, the people I have met, this is all that counts in the end.
Gifts can be given or taken, they can even be returned. Gifts are exchanged on Christmas and given on Birthdays. But through better or worse gifts can never be forgotten. They can be charished and loved but they can never be hated. Every kind of gift is very important in some way. But probably the greatest gift that can ever be given is a second chance at life.
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Thank You and remember when a Poem comes from the heart it can describe things about the wrighter that can't be seen, and cant be sold. Poems show the reader a glimps inside the wrighters mind, and what he or she is thinking and feeling at that exact moment in time.
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