these are poems that i can't catagorize......
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Tears of Innocence
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Echos of the Silver Tide
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*
Tears of Innocence
*
walking over shards of glass that lie across my feeble mind
and for a brief second I stop, remembering old things once so lost to me
and so I sit in that moment in the starlight in the incandescent glow of night
and beg that I don't take anything more for granted
taken for granted as I have time
which lies in shambles strewn about my deep black eyes
running over shards of glass that rip away my feeble mind
for a brief second I run , screaming from things once so lost to me
and so I cry in that moment in my own light in the spark of hope
and I beg that I don’t take anything more for granted
taken for granted as I have love
love which lies in graveyards tossed about my pale blue heart
flying over shards of glass that try to break my feeble mind
for a brief second I soar, knowing that things have been lost to me
and so I breath in that eternity in anothers light in the flicker of a strangers heart
and I beg that I don’t take it for granted
taken for granted as I have life
life which lies in a pool of blood about my aching soul
*
Echos of the Silver Tide
*
silence breaks in paradise
a lonely dove in flight
sullen breezes wisper by
in onset of the night
cool crisp air fills my nose
the crickets chirp in time
and all the memories around
i've claimed to be mine
a poem writen in disdain
of friends long gone or dead
ghosts of past slip off my pen
to dance about my head
silence breaks in paradise
a storm is on the rise
bitter chill is in the air
the signs now recognized
the crickets sing there last refrain
the tea soacked leaves all flee
the lightning strikes; the thunder roars
it's tainted melody
the silent night whispers in
like waves upon the shore
the silver glow's cast from above
the storm is nevermore
Echos of the Silver Tide
silence breaks in paradise
a drizzle still remains
the song of night; it's pinprick stars
which clarity contains
the vibrant dusk with fire tone
the silence of my room
fireflies and tender skies
'neath the sugar clad moon
experiences rare but full
that make me who i am
the foggy mists , the morning dew
the tides crash on the sand
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