
A grip of poems I wrote recently, and then some more I found even deeper in the notebook. Hope you like my style.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama/Angst - Chapters: 3 - Words: 993 - Published: 01-08-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2619288
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Come and seek me where I'm found
And I have long since gone off, ridden
Gone away to meet another
Always on some secret mission
I've not the time nor way to pay
For what you have to say today
But if you come all open, willing
I'll meet you in a wind blown chilling
Sands of time, they melt away
Awakening of doors
Some will splinter, some will cinder
Some will last you all through winter
Take my word, your best bet's flailing-
At turn of handle, fly off, sailing
Some delight in words half-written
Some will cry as others' smittened
Not enough will find example
From leading course, a cause that's ample
Nectar sweet of my own flesh
Turn your clothes to iron mesh
Wings burst out, break apart
The latches, seams, placed on this heart
And then you leave, and I'm left knowing,
In blast of wind from your stalled showing
Why to cross a silver sunset
Why to ride away today?
Who to speak 'mongst speaking spokers
What is left that none could say?
Wish for love and win a winter
Look for love and lose a leg
Now I've only this before me
Naught to choose, if I'm to stay
Will we run, yes, run away
Could we choose to simply play?
But I'm out spoken, sitting, choking
Immersed in views from where we lay
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