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 Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2007 5:07 pm
Caged Hawk
Awe at the saw of claws,
rip the flip of jawed metal
up, down, all around,
reaching, screeching, scored in cuts.
Kicking, sticking its beak,
on bars of rock and mush.
Eyes full of lies,
if it be the eyes of its captor.
Searching, lurching ever after, the clatter of wings,
if such things.
These things aren't wings,
they're his laughter.
It's nothing great, but its one of my favorites. Is it any good?
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2007 4:01 am
This is another poem i made and entered in a contest, still waiting for the judgeing.
I don't want to wake up
I am laying here so soundly,
So please do not disrupt.
I want to go to dreamland,
And I don’t want to wake up.
It’s clouded, its gray,
It’s an ongoing night.
The light of the stars,
Have gone out of my sight.
Tomorrow grows nearer,
Today’s nearly lost.
The windows of my soul,
Are coated in frost.
They’re hallowed and strung out,
Left out in the cold.
My heart was too fleeting.
My stance was too bold.
They tore me all to pieces,
For ceasing to be mist.
I should have just been ignorant,
And stayed within my bliss.
Now I wish I had a purpose,
I wish I could be seen.
I should just go on existing,
As nothing but a dream.
The days must all be dark now,
Can’t look into the light.
If I let the sun arise for me,
It’ll break the spell of night.
Must stay with in the shadows,
For now it truly seems,
My only need for being,
Is trapped within my dreams.
The sun is now my nightmare,
And sound my enemy.
This spell’s so easily broken,
Prince charming let me be,
For in your world I’m nothing,
No need to exist.
If darkness be my path way,
I surely won’t resist.
I’m questing for my purpose,
My sleep do not disrupt.
If my consciousness means nothing,
I don’t want to wake up.
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