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My Empire Of Dirt.
Contributed by
Thivanka
on
Sunday, 2nd May 2004 @ 07:51:16 AM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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My Empire Of Dirt.
I stand in the garden of doom,
No one behind me,
Not even glimpse of my shadow.
Where the sun never shines,
Where the wind is still,
Where rain is rare as an eclipse.
Here with none to abet,
The only helping-hand is a decrepit twig,
When voices whisper horrifying tales—
There was no one behind me.
Scourged till flesh & bones—
The thin squanderer none would abet,
I stand alone,
A solitary man devoid of love,
Heart of stone,
An old broken heart.
I cry,
Knees digging a hole deeper than my quandary,
Palms kissing the red-hot sand,
Tearless,
As the statue of Madonna.
Want to die,
Devoid of pain,
To deliver the excruciating soul to anyone
Who wishes to live.
You can have it all,
My pain,
My abode,
My broken heart,
My senses,
You can have it all.
I stand in the garden of doom,
None behind me.
-Thivanka.
Copyright ©
Thivanka
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2004-05-02 07:51:16]
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Re: My Empire Of Dirt.
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by ladyfawn on
Monday, 3rd May 2004 @ 11:36:13 PM AEST
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breathtakingly beautiful:) hugs n' love nessa
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Re: My Empire Of Dirt.
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by cauchy3 on
Saturday, 26th June 2004 @ 04:04:57 AM AEST
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All of us afraid of death . When bloods are bleeding rabies will lick on our bloody souls. Easy deaths areto sleep in tombs. Are all of us dare to fight for the wrongs of the others --ic the evils who oppress us-to our freedom or our rights, You havve been some kind of good poet that i think. Quite a good poem compare to all.
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