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dear diary
Contributed by
tinka_belle
on
Tuesday, 24th June 2003 @ 02:05:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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The mirrors on the wall are silenced.
They have seen and heard too much.
Crystal balls show no future.
Only the past.
Dark and malevolent.
Below the ground in graves now open, life begins again.
The whispers turn to screams.
The shadows become into figures.
Mirages evolve into reality.
Ghosts return to haunt.
Knifes have jagged edges.
Blood stained sheets mummify living bodies.
Rope entangled minds suffocate life itself.
Dreams without meaning interfere with reason.
Darkness overshadows any doubts.
Unopened coffins filled with hate overtake evil.
Unstoppable.
Unknown.
Within the glass, wine reflects the moon.
Blood red rose stems covered with thorns stab at broken hearts.
Blissfully.
Poison ivy crawls upon crumbled foundations.
Slowly.
Silently.
Overpowering all that the eye can see.
Drowning out what can't be heard.
Memories are of vindictive happenings.
Irrelevant.
Simply secrets to be concealed.
Candles flicker in the wind.
Melting wax incinerates, cremates the mind.
Ballerinas twinkle and turn.
Spinning uncontrollably.
Replaying in the gloom of the stage.
Spinning with the flames from the fires of hell.
Stars illuminate all visions.
Clouds disguise any remorse of what has been.
Misconceptions of beliefs are the incentives of all betrayal.
Rosary beads are held and lied to.
Words are spoken of wrong doings.
In small rooms inside of which hold priests and believers,
confessions are denied.
The sun declines and fades softly through washed out curtains.
Seclusion from existence interlocks the heart and soul.
Remaining sain.
Insecurity is replaced by conceit.
Wrong and right are lost between evil and demons.
Hells angels play the symphony of death.
Footsteps in the sand only belong to one.
Waves crash over all survival.
Rock pools overflow with the vital fluid of life.
Hate and detestation cause all consciousness.
Soul and spirit rekindle with one another.
Forgiving what has been.
Bibles are re-opened.
Sins are episodic.
He is re-crucified.
GOD
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2003-06-24 14:05:00]
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Re: dear diary
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 28th June 2003 @ 07:00:21 AM AEST
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This is a really good poem,I really liked it :) welcome to your-poetry aswell. I'm sure you will like it here and if you ever need help eith anything then feel free to message me
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Re: dear diary
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by norm on
Sunday, 29th June 2003 @ 02:53:18 PM AEST
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I have copied and printed this poem.
I am better able to analyse sitting on
a sofa with a hard copy of this work.
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