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| January 26 2010 04:02 |
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The Lonely Man
A man shivers on a corner
Forever deals with cold
His eyes full with sorrow
Internally ignored
Clothes thin as paper
He lies there on the ground
Makes himself invisible
To everyone around
His personal belongings
A photo and a ring
Are clutched between his fingers
For the memories they bring
The lonely man.
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| January 26 2010 01:50 |
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Anxiety
A sharp intake of breath
Leads to another sound,
Another disturbance,
Another way to get found
The rapid beating of a heart
Clouds the ears,
Dilutes the senses,
Increases the inner fears
Approaching footsteps,
Choke on the esophagus,
Paralyze the body,
Threaten to steal saneness
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| January 26 2010 01:44 |
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Shadowed Night Walker
In the dark, I live
Where warmth and light escape me
Where people all but give
Their lives to help sustain me
In peace, I sleep
Hidden from all eyes
My powers help me keep
My secrets a disguise
In the night, I prey
Choosing to my liking
Those who went astray
Are helpless and not fighting
In the moment of satisfaction
I lose my sense of hopelessness
After the heart’s slowing action
There is an eerie calmness
In a feeling of disgust
I pause to meet the golden light
Pain worse than fading trust
Meets me on-site
The coward that I am
Fleets into the cloak of darkness
There sits a man
Whose eyes looked lifeless
A memory arose
One of family and laughter
This was from centuries ago
Escaping came after
Misery and death
Led to this internal life
When she took her last breath
I had lost my final strife.
Death is an escape
I shall not seek
An everlasting drape
For those who are weak.
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| January 26 2010 01:42 |
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Dark Knight
He stands in the dark
Knowing his fate nears
Deep within the burrows
He hears her tears
He wanders by the shallow swamp
Wades in with silver shears
His darkness resonates
While he hears her tears
He crosses over the molded earth
Settled there for years
Reaches the wooden door
From where he hears her tears
He enters the secluded cabin
There she finally appears
Lifts up her reddened face
Soaked with all her tears
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