Token...

Mystique420Mystique420 Posts: 338
edited March 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
I chose not to speak
of dark swirls in my mind.
Instead, I smiled on
and the swirls combined

into a spill of words
bleeding furiously from my pen
changing from light to dark
and becoming light again.

Unable to contain
the savage path of thought,
words erupt around me,
the destruction they wrought

leaving me paralyzed,
consumed by an angry fire.
Sanity gives way,
falling victim to the pyre.

Now these scars I bear
will forever be a token,
a living witness to
words never spoken.
"To live,.... love,..... there's a song to be sung,....
'cause we may not be the Young Ones,..."

--first u sow the seed-- nature grows the seed-- then we eat the seed-- ;) nah,... we smoke it!
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  • karma defectkarma defect Posts: 5,483
    I like this, very much so accually
    « One man's glory is another man's hell.
    You’re on the outside, never bound by such a spell.
    Together in the darkness, alone in the light.
    I took it upon me to be yours, Timmy,
    I’ll lead your angels and demons at play tonight......»
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