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By lost the lonely dead

(i added another five paragraphs) The eyes I remember so vividly that last other noon They looked back at me calmly but yet hiding something The way they shine reminds me of two small beautiful moon The paleness almost buries the pupil and something Something was held back that day The eyes bore into mine searching quiet content For a moment there was no day I wish for once more time I’d spent It was a connection a moment a sense of hopelessness I felt myself fall and die before those eyes In odd horror the eyes only watched comment-less Nothing in my world compares to the size Oh the all-knowing eyes! The moved about but never left the focus The conversation broken in sighs I looked deep into the eyes and thus I saw them look equally as deep into me I wish I wonder what it would be like to see them again I dream and ponder what they will me to be I hope oh I pray they’ll laugh with me again In recent days I find I avoid the searching The deeply probing eyes that pierce me They scream for hope plead for me to be Something alas I havent been or do they? All in all I've deserted my post my pledge My disloyalty making me a marked man The brand sizzles into my chest WHY WHY WHY? I dont know such a lie says the all knowing eye Broken falling to knees pleading forgiveness Undeserving of my life I pledge allegiance No more words letting life pull me somewhere Time to suck up the facts stare into the eyes again And I find it hard to really gather my thoughts To pinpoint what it is that they do to my thoughts But in the darkening nothingness of uncertain devotion To all the friendships I have I wonder why I Never looked to the sky just to ask why the eyes But the vulture it lurks to pry out my soul And im not really sure if i should beg it to or not I think im out to sea again to see again if i die And the rose pedal drifts slowly slowly turning I pluck the rose to pieces silently screaming to me Im not really sure if I know me or not or if anyone could The stem dangles a headless corps in bloodstain red I cant even ryhme the rythmn the water lulls If ever i could express the feeling of bloody thorns Id give up writing once and for all because i remember And though i try i cant forget... Although i might regret i dont think so and now I wonder what could have happened if id died The blackness this night shines in the eyes It blasts its silence the pale blue soul i cant find

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November 24, 2005 17:06Loneliness is condescending

this one i like the best so far ... I'm not so into leaving comments becaues i dont know what to say any way though this one is the best

November 25, 2005 05:08lost the lonely dead

Thank you for the compliment! Hey...one good poem in six isnt too bad an average...for me anyways

December 12, 2005 21:27FRozEnMERcuRY

beautiful

January 20, 2006 18:37Breezy Tree

i like

March 1, 2006 06:50Loneliness is condescending

i like the change to it. has the person in this poem changed or is it still about the same one? I dont think i have a crush on john anymore. lets run away me and you i dont know when or where but lets go come on theres got to be something better out there for the two of us becaues i dont think i'm living up to what they want me to be

March 1, 2006 15:11lost the lonely dead

i know next class i have a test but we'll see, im glad you like the addition yeah its the same person

November 21, 2006 04:37Loneliness is condescending

not so in to the new part dosnt flow the same