I need to know, under this cloud,
Is it only sadness, that exists in pain?
Can't the grieving deceive themselves,
Mistake their own tears for rain?
I need to know, next to this shore,
Is a sailor, not a sailor away from the docks?
Can't a romantic write of roses and hearts,
Staring at the darkness of the midnight clocks?
I need to know, next to the pyre,
Is a lesson, not a lesson, if you don't learn?
Is a flame, not a flame,
If it's kiss, doesn't burn?
I need to know, from this river,
Is something not true, always a lie?
Would you still call water, water,
Even if it's touch leaves you dry?
I need to know, from the looking glass
Is being not dead, a sign of life?
Would you still be a poet,
If you dropped your pen, and embraced a knife?
Friday, August 8, 2008
FOR THE ONES WHO KNOW !!!
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confused and composed
I know you are not good for me...But it's worse without you...even when I don't want you...I end up needing you...you are my favouri...
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Won't you save me from myself Will you just let me die within Suffocation in each breath I take Eternal bliss is all I crave Won't y...
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Reaching upwards I touch a star Burning and cold it splinters Leaving bits and pieces of shiny Colored glass over my face Across the univers...
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There is a sadness that sleeps within me, It wakes up only to feed, It says it will eat me alive; A few years down the line. I wash the ...
typical .........ur trademark kind of poems.......keep going.....all of these are beautiful
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