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In responds to smoizza's Booksie Award.
A short philosophical-romantic type poem about someone wanting to be loved.
Poetry | Updated Oct 1, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
For all of those interested, these are my selections for Book of the Month...my own personal list. I hope that you find these interesting and I hope you will fall in love with these books just like I did!
By Daemonic Resplendence
Hm... I have no idea.
It's about chosing a "Path" between Light and Darkness.
I guess this can have different meaning for each reader.
For me, it shows that there is no right or wrong, that a path is just a choice of 'strange' meaning. Hm...
Music by Apocalyptica, "Nothing Else Matters" (yes,...
Poetry | Updated Sep 25, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 4
Everyone has the ability to make decisions and choices in life, no matter the obstacles.
By Izzy Maxx
I felt very maniacal, so I wrote this. I feel maniacal a lot, but some of my friends don't like this one, they don't think it's like me at all.
Poetry | Updated Aug 18, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By Izzy Maxx
I wrote this one day when I felt randomly afraid of something, and I couldn't figure out what it was.
Poetry | Updated Aug 18, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
she's inflicting pain on herself because of what she's done
By Balaji Iyer
When you are losing your grip over yourselfâ€¦ all but the present seem to be a safe havenâ€¦ a short-term, quick hideaway is what you seekâ€¦ but you know there is no running awayâ€¦ it gets to youâ€¦ sooner than you thinkâ€¦ it gets you
When you chose to not be...
Poetry | Updated Aug 9, 2008 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 3
I can fly on broken wings, a life story
Five hundred pass bys in your previous life,
For one exchange of glance in this life.
Nothing is a coincidence, but destiny.
Change can be a good or bad thing.
By Ezeh Chibuoke
Feathery whispers traced patterns on a fleshy mountain,
Silent emotions filled with passion
Lit up the sounds of lust.
Fantasies toyed with reality
Physically surpassing spirituality
For one moment in time
Mortality was meaningless,
Purity a matter of choice,
Loyalty incoherent words spewed...
Hrrrrm...Thooughtful questions about life, maggots and jelly.
This is just a little poem I have written about a sea trader and his risky decision.