Sorry... but I don't quite trust strangers to know my story just yet, I'll only say that poetry (and literature in general) is a hobby and a passion I've nourished since I was 12 or so. Read my work and perhaps you'll decipher a thing or two about me. Don't hold your breat though, for I sumbit poems nearly once every 4 months or so.
My star, sparkling shine, radial eye lost in dark blue night
Shooting sight, reflective bright, holy traces from pointless fight
Light of night, unholy plight, beautiful hope of sacred light
Hope in sky, obsesive lie, demise my song of what I thought was right
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Come and see me, come and heal my drifting heart
Come and see me, come and take me in your arms
Come and save me, let me heal your drifting heart
Come and save me, let me hold you in my arms
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“Alone” is the peace I can’t fathom
The unimpressive morrow that yields no sorrow
“Alone” is the company that will not wallow
The invisible friend that resembles no phantom
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Warnings began at the dawn of the rotten land
The ground shakes probably to elude more threats
Evil perpetrated the land assuming the role of the eastern winds
Almost as an army, eager to conquer and longing for murder...
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An angel spoke in tears inscribed on ink and paint
She wrote a note concealed on capes of time
Regardless her wings, never she proclaims a saint
Neither was she a specter, worthy to demand a dime
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