if these walls could talk they would ask why i havnt killed myself yet
ok no new news...figured i have a lj so why not use it. came across some of my old poetry that didnt get lost to last summers house fire and it brought a smile to my face, then i realized when going through stuff in my memory box that something very dear to me did get lost to it...something i had not even realized was gone cuz i had not looked for it in so long. a poem. a poem that a very dear person that i hold very close to my heart wrote for me for christmas last year. you know who you are...rhaven i am so sorry. i thought i had left it behind when i moved and was thanking the stars that it had not been destroyed because that poem you wrote for me meant more to me then words could possibly say. i cried all night when i realized i could not find it and i came to the conclusion that i must have brought it with me...and now its gone. my birthday is next month...would you jot me down a copy of it if you still have it written down anywhere? that poem touched me so and no one has ever written anything like that for me and it meant the world to me and i want it back.
i am also glad that we are patching up our friendship. i treasure you and i missed you so.
in other news i wrote this...finished that poem that i had posted the begining of on my myspace. hope people like it. its the first thing i have written in quite awhile so if its sux im sorry.
Like a phoenix slowly reborn from the ashes of its own tragic demise, my love for you rises valiantly, coming forth.
My skull throbs as my heart croons the song of our past…a melody of feelings that have never gone astray…
a hymn of desire…of a yearning to be wrapped in the wings of my somber seraph once again...
a revelation of words that ebb and flow as if they have no source leads me to a realization...
YOU were my true inspiration!
that song of love haunts me...
taunts me...
delivering me to my knees in despair...or is it rapture?
Small droplets of saline spill from empty voids that were once bright ovals of light and laughter.
Cascading down pale cheeks and falling into impure hands, these salt ridden dewdrops hold every ounce of my being and every dream of you and I that once were but are no more.
Fate failed me but still that love lingers on.
Faith will surely bring thy love back to the prescence of this benign being.
i am also glad that we are patching up our friendship. i treasure you and i missed you so.
in other news i wrote this...finished that poem that i had posted the begining of on my myspace. hope people like it. its the first thing i have written in quite awhile so if its sux im sorry.
Like a phoenix slowly reborn from the ashes of its own tragic demise, my love for you rises valiantly, coming forth.
My skull throbs as my heart croons the song of our past…a melody of feelings that have never gone astray…
a hymn of desire…of a yearning to be wrapped in the wings of my somber seraph once again...
a revelation of words that ebb and flow as if they have no source leads me to a realization...
YOU were my true inspiration!
that song of love haunts me...
taunts me...
delivering me to my knees in despair...or is it rapture?
Small droplets of saline spill from empty voids that were once bright ovals of light and laughter.
Cascading down pale cheeks and falling into impure hands, these salt ridden dewdrops hold every ounce of my being and every dream of you and I that once were but are no more.
Fate failed me but still that love lingers on.
Faith will surely bring thy love back to the prescence of this benign being.