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1/18/2013 12:44:00 AM
Destiny Sometimes I just don't understand how so many people are able to find someone they can share their lives with. Maybe some of us are just destined to walk this world alone. The more I ponder over this, the more evidence I see in my own life that enforces this idea. As the years have gone by, I have lost friends and lovers, without gaining any back. Maybe its just me. Maybe its all in my head.
1/18/2013 12:53:54 AM
Mest Hello, my name is Mest. I joined a few months ago, but just learned about the forums so I thought I'd introduce myself. I tend to write mostly in quatrain, following certain guidelines I make for myself. Everything I write comes straight from my heart and soul, and time is taken to make each word, each line, each stanza, as meaningful as possible. Someone once told me never to stop writing, to share my soul with the world. Unfortunately she was the only person I wanted to share anything with ....and she left. All I was left with was a pen, pad, and a broken heart. My poetry is the result of a life spent in agony, despair, and pain. Maybe one day I will find someone who understands. Take care.
2/1/2013 1:19:03 PM
Lost The plan for escape comes together,

Desperate to leave the past behind.

Ready to venture out the front door,

Unsettling thoughts consume the mind.




Frightened feet reluctant to step out,

Fragile courage quickly collapses.

Fingers cross, hoping for a moment,

Ruthless reality relaxes.




The blinding sun uncovers secrets,

Hidden beneath a reticent face.

As the path begins to meander,

Towards an unfamiliar place.




Exhausted legs carry hopeless dreams,

Towards paradise in the distance.

Doubt extinguishes anxious desire,

Reminiscing blissful ignorance.




Determined to find new direction,

Ignoring the strong urge to look back.

The winding labyrinth never ends,

Insanity births a maniac.
2/1/2013 1:20:15 PM
The Traveller The sun beats down on a leather face,

The burnt remnants of a trying past.

Saddened eyes gazing towards nothing,

The empty stare of a life harassed.




A single pair of footsteps trailing,

Disappearing into the distance.

Weighted footprints from a heavy heart,

The proof of lonely perseverance.




Barely standing on two blood stained feet,

Supporting old knees so rickety.

A silhouette wavering in wind,

The epitome of frailty.




Essence escapes from every pore,

A heavy musk, reeking of defeat.

The remains of a figure once proud,

Desire's fire finally obsolete.




Well versed in the language of failure,

Silent screams, shattered dreams so hollow.

The crying sun eternally sets,

Dark shadows stretch until tomorrow.




A weary soul in search of haven,

Quickly rejected by Heaven's Gate.

Overcome with exhaustion, yet still,

Reluctant to surrender to fate.
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