I like poetry, and whenever it comes from my heart it isnt as good as when I do one for school. The idea is better but I dont pay atention to similes, onomatopeoia, metaphores etc, but this is one from the heart, so tell me waht you think in a more personal way, not in the english quality. Btw, I am just making it up as I write it.
Twenty-four daggers of fire,
Plunge into my icey heart,
A death toll is played on a lyre,
As my soul rolls away on a ghostly cart.
The days of my hopeing are dead now,
I lay down and enjoy my death.
If only she could break down the barier,
Of friendship, and fear, and unknown,
A white dove would be the carrier
Of our love. On its wings we'd have flown.
The days of my hopeing are dead now,
I lay down and enjoy my death.
Thinking of Her and the Other,
I tear the skin from my flesh,
She sees me now a Brother,
Brother- a barrier- an impenetrable mesh!
The days of my hopeing are dead now,
I lay down and enjoy my death.
2006-08-29
07:31:39
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