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5/30/2012 5:09:02 PM
Dead Body And Pretty Flowers In her last breath,
Her phantom slid in the air,
Dissipating into nothingness
Just as she was nothingness.
Laying draped in our tears
Hades cuddled her lifeless body
And smiling
Clawed her by the skin
Dragging her beyond our understanding.
Nothing to claim for our own.

Lunch arrived.
Nibble. Crunch. Chew.
Dead never tasted sweeter.
Sucking the vitality from her,
They push up beyond her decaying flesh.
Brown. Raw. Destroyed.
And into a fragrant spring.
9/6/2012 12:15:14 PM
Pretty Depressing Poem Called 'The Chiming Winter' She breathes a white mist. Her soul shivered.

Her heart now dissipates on ice,

The snow falls silent, a note unheard.

Belief falters of the Jesus Christ.

It's hot; The salty beads tease her

But her cares are frozen still.

Her naivete of life has dispersed;

In a soundless second, her hope is killed.




The colours are raw.




It is winter now where it was summer then.

Her face is dead, covered with frost.

She cursed her flaws in heat, now winter made its descent.

The cold wind blows colder,

Her aspirations gone dead pale.

What she feared most held onto her

The ice consumes her warmth, a freezing veil.




"Jesus...why Jesus?"




The sweat is overpowering.

Between her legs dries under the sun.

She hears the melody of his belt singing.

Her scream doesn't bother...her reality cannot be undone.




"Why me Lord? Why me who never sins?"

Silence. It could have been worsened.

Praise be to Him that your life is now ruined

Instead of it stripped away and taken.




Praise be to God for He is good.
9/6/2012 12:16:36 PM
All Opinions are appreciated 'The Chiming Winter' She breathes a white mist. Her soul shivered.

Her heart now dissipates on ice,

The snow falls silent, a note unheard.

Belief falters of the Jesus Christ.

It's hot; The salty beads tease her

But her cares are frozen still.

Her naivete of life has dispersed;

In a soundless second, her hope is killed.




The colours are raw.




It is winter now where it was summer then.

Her face is dead, covered with frost.

She cursed her flaws in heat, now winter made its descent.

The cold wind blows colder,

Her aspirations gone dead pale.

What she feared most held onto her

The ice consumes her warmth, a freezing veil.




"Jesus...why Jesus?"




The sweat is overpowering.

Between her legs dries under the sun.

She hears the melody of his belt singing.

Her scream doesn't bother...her reality cannot be undone.




"Why me Lord? Why me who never sins?"

Silence. It could have been worsened.

Praise be to Him that your life is now ruined

Instead of it stripped away and taken.




Praise be to God for He is good.
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