Submissions by annie25
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Dark Echo
A step into the cave, when eyes that saw trick of light,
A cave that gleamed hope, that shone through the night,
The beams of sun, meer reflections of tears,
Of they who ehco cries that no man hears,
The light was a shadow, that hope was a lie,
The rocks looks down upon you, they see eye to eye,
You are taken in, amongst the darkness you loose,
Everything you gave, and everything you choose.
Sorry for short poem, hope it makes some vague sense...
A cave that gleamed hope, that shone through the night,
The beams of sun, meer reflections of tears,
Of they who ehco cries that no man hears,
The light was a shadow, that hope was a lie,
The rocks looks down upon you, they see eye to eye,
You are taken in, amongst the darkness you loose,
Everything you gave, and everything you choose.
Sorry for short poem, hope it makes some vague sense...
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Knight.
Re-Edited:
Palms like stone,
Await hand to find,
Eyes that searched,
Tear blue underlined,
The shining armor,
Welcomed the rust,
His words of hope,
Were never to trust,
Lips once so sweet,
Bitten and scarred,
Loves roaring flames,
Dwindled and charred,
The ashes were scattered,
The statue still stands,
Alone in loves graveyard,
Awaiting his hands.
Palms like stone,
Await hand to find,
Eyes that searched,
Tear blue underlined,
The shining armor,
Welcomed the rust,
His words of hope,
Were never to trust,
Lips once so sweet,
Bitten and scarred,
Loves roaring flames,
Dwindled and charred,
The ashes were scattered,
The statue still stands,
Alone in loves graveyard,
Awaiting his hands.
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Broken Dollies
These ghost dolls haunt to slaughter,
When they cut, they bleed water,
Its the blood that stains their eyes,
Its the blood that tear our cries,
Slitting hearts without a reason,
Bones are heavy soaked with treason,
They turn faces black and grey,
These are the games the dollies play,
When they pray, when they kneel,
It's an empty hurt they feel,
A little dolly's broken seams,
Have tiptoed into your bad dreams,
Curls and make-up pour her face,
A ribbon hung from tiny waist,
Her pale skin shone in night,
Her...
When they cut, they bleed water,
Its the blood that stains their eyes,
Its the blood that tear our cries,
Slitting hearts without a reason,
Bones are heavy soaked with treason,
They turn faces black and grey,
These are the games the dollies play,
When they pray, when they kneel,
It's an empty hurt they feel,
A little dolly's broken seams,
Have tiptoed into your bad dreams,
Curls and make-up pour her face,
A ribbon hung from tiny waist,
Her pale skin shone in night,
Her...
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