Just a lil poem

ooops read that wrong...Earth, duh...sorry.

Very nice poem!

That was lovely. Thanks for sharing it.

Curious perception of it all and well written, I applaud you dear.

Here is another poem of mine for one of the most awesome people I have come to know and call friend. ;)

What is it I am to do
when my thoughts are filled with you?
all of you
we cannot start anew
My hands have healed
and they have killed
both stranger and friend
but when will it end?
Is there nothing that will ease this pain?
Will it be what drives me insane?
I find my heart too easy to give
and my life much harder to live
when with every passing day
I find I cannot make them stay
I thought the pain had made me learn
when to give and when to turn.....away
Like the fires of Hell it would burn
I doubt I'll ever learn
Around my heart I'd built a wall
thought I would never see it fall
But I was blind
And I was left behind
With my own hands and my blood
The tears streaming into a flood
I cursed the world into the fire
but is this what I truly desire?
My skin is ablaze
My mind is a maze
I hunger for the caress
that will take me from this mess
I thirst for a friend
that will be here till the end
Will this madness never cease
will I never be at peace?
It was you I came to know
and you had lessened my woe
because you had stayed near
and told me you were here
you listened to my pain
having nothing to gain
and stayed with me in the dark
you had left your mark
Though at times your words were few
I felt you there, I knew
you gave me hope and energy
beyond the nothingness I could see
Finally I can rest
knowing I've been blessed
with one of the best....
friends I've ever known

Epic you little rockstar.

Your words are rather lovely.
But that is of no surprise.

Always,
Isadora

Lovely and beautiful darling.

Here is another one I made a while back. I am glad that you guys enjoy these but let me know if its bugging ya. ;)

There is a soul in the ever-yawning darkness.
A soul of light, who dreams of nothing and everything.
She dreams of things she does not know, but feels in her heart. They dance in her mind like the wind that dances upon her skin. And every day that passes, silent tears are shed for these unknown dreams.
They are real tears to phantom pains.
And though her soul knows the truth, she is denied that which could set her free.

Delightful.
You know I fancy your words.
I should hope you post more.