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When hate is a fire, then it's burning cold.
All consuming, raging uncontrolled.
Hot tears are burning in eyes and on skin,
Unable to calm the storm within.
The consumptive flame turns from red to white.
Burns down borders between wrong and right,
Disoriented reason leads astray.
Lined with ash and debris is the way.
Beneath the heat of raging fire is ice,
For firstly the cold did heat entice.
When freezing the heart in its icy grip.
The shell won't melt, won't break or rip.
All consuming, raging uncontrolled.
Hot tears are burning in eyes and on skin,
Unable to calm the storm within.
The consumptive flame turns from red to white.
Burns down borders between wrong and right,
Disoriented reason leads astray.
Lined with ash and debris is the way.
Beneath the heat of raging fire is ice,
For firstly the cold did heat entice.
When freezing the heart in its icy grip.
The shell won't melt, won't break or rip.
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Misery's Garden
Misery's Garden:
Through the cold ice we trekked, the Reaper and I.
His face an ever-shifting grin, oscillating between joy and malice...
With quick, light-footed steps, he lead me to a warm green meadow.
A small hut in the distance, a little garden beside.
Where a hunchbacked man, covered in boils and open wounds;
Bearing a crooked jaw and gnarled hands, tilled the earth.
"Egh yew ooh wha gu wan!"
I was so startled by the hunchback's sudden outburst,
That I jumped and gripped the Reaper's cloak in fright,
Yet as soon as he had seen me, the hunchback's eyes glazed over;
He appeared to forget about our presence...
I had to admit, I was ve
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Tears
The tears you shed last night,
the tears I wiped from your eyes,
were tears of love...
What we have is so good,
so nice,
we both know that although it will last,
it will be hard
when you part,
and I am left here on my own,
missing your kisses,
your touch.
So we cry...
But we will fight.
Near or far
we will stay together
now that we have been together,
now that we know
how it feels to be so close...
it feels just perfect.
Nothing, no one,
no distance will keep us apart.
It will not be easy.
We will have to be patient.
until we meet again.
We are living the time of our lives,
together,
you and me,
one,
and it is bett
Literature
Last Message
Foreboding package
your final story to the world
I cannot open it
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General thoughts about the subject of hate.
This is not aimed at anybody! I listened to this while writing: Janus - Die letzte Tür.
© 2013 - 2024 Diluculi
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This is an awesome poem. I just read it, and couldn't help to be brought in! Keep up the good work