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 Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 2:16 pm
The Whisper
The sweet whisper,
In the cementary,
In the dark moonlight.
A whispering,
Cry for help.
In the darkness,
Of the eclispe.
The graveyard's,
Moaning.
Echoes through,
Her ears.
Blocking out the whisper.
The sweet voice,
Telling her to do it.
Her friends trying to stop her.
But she doesn't listen to them.
And she jumps off,
The bridge.
And at her funeral,
The whisper is heard,
By her friends. -nyalk512
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 6:34 pm
The Dark Moon Rise
The sun sets,
Darkness takes over,
Leaving me alone.
In the dark.
Evil brews,
In the dearth of light.
Fear filled mind.
I freeze,
As it passes.
Growling,
Showing of sharp teeth.
Pain echoes through my brain.
When I awake,
I'm not there.
But there isthe thing I fear. -nyalk512
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 9:23 pm
Midnight
Four black paws hit the ground,
Silently without making a sound,
Stepping over twigs and leaves,
Just to be as quiet as she can.
She breaks into a run,
And I try to keep up,
I get left behind.
So easily,
Too easily.
I wish I could have jet black paws,
A dark black nose,
A fur coat,
A set of twitching ears.
But most of all I want to be,
Free to run through the shadowy forest. -Nyalk512
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 10:18 pm
All these peoms are about betrail from friends and death.
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Red Hill
On the hill,
The red hill.
Blood flows,
My blood.
I lay there,
On the bloody hill.
I feel my strentgh,
Leaving my body.
Anger flowing,
Through my veins.
My friend,
Betrayed me.
My best friend,
She left me for dead.
I lay there,
Dieing from the knife,
That she,
Stabbed me with.
Rainy Day
In the rain filled air,
I stand by my friend.
Her eyes reveal,
A deadly secret.
I watch her,
Every move.
As she prepares,
Herself.
I reach into my pocket,
To grab a knife.
As she grabs for my throat,
I pull out the knife out,
But I find myself on the ground,
The water turns red down the hill.
The Red Mist
The mist,
The screaming,
I don't listen.
Red dust,
I close my eyes.
My friend ,
Is dead,
She was a sacafice,
For me to survire.
As I walk through the mist,
I wonder how long she lived,
Oh........ well I'll find another.
And if they make me mad.
I'll walk through,
The mist.
And pretend to be surprized.
When it arrives,
To kill my friend. ^~nyalk512
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 10:44 pm
The Dead Hero
As the moon rises,
I stare at your grave.
I think about last week,
Your death echoes through my brain.
I remember the bank,
As clear as yesterday.
I remember seeing you,
And then hearing a voice.
The harsh voice,
Saying "you don't need to be a hero"
You trying to take,
The gun away.
Then three shots,
Red spilling on the floor.
The police barging in,
Your body hitting the floor.
The blood everywhere,
Me crying over your body.
As I sit by your grave,
I wonder why you chose,
To be a hero,
And died trying.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2007 3:06 pm
This one's different that those above.
Meant For You
My blood,
Spilling from a wound.
A shot,
Meant for you.
But I'm dieing,
Not you.
Why,
You hated me.
Did I love you,
I must have,
Once upon a time.
Now I feel nothing,
But pain,
And coldness.
I feel my strength,
Disappearing into the darkness.
When I try to,
Reatrive it,
I only,
Get colder still.
After an entity,
The pain disspears.
But I get,
Colder still.
As I take,
My final breath.
I cry out,
My last words,
"Meant for you". ~nyalk512
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2007 12:23 pm
good poems. its kool i got invited!
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 3:37 am
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2007 6:20 pm
Girly glitter comments from www.GirlyTags.comWaiting For Him I sit, In the swirling shadows. Waiting, For someone, Without a name. I don't know, Who he is, But when, He comes. I'll be safe, From the shadows, Of death. I'll wait an entity, Just for him, To come.~~nyalk512
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 10:34 am
Missing You
In my thoughts,
I wonder if I am doomed,
To this fate of missing you.
I hope not,
I hope you never return,
I hate you.
How could I think that even for a minute,
I love you,
I miss you.
Will you return soon,
So that we can live togther,
Without me thinking your gone.
You're dead,
I knew it,
You were gone for so long,
Yet your body never found,
But I find myself missing you more than ever.~nyalk512
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