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Kassandra Phelps Poem
The skyies pale,
dark and punishing.
The winds angry,
fast and strong.
The creatures hide,
frightened and alone.
The trees stand,
tall and powerful.
The rain falls,
hard and slick.
The tunnel forms,
and the end has come.
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Sliced and bleeding,
my heartr stay's open.
Cut by the hands of fate.
But no matter how deep,
it stays open to all.
From the richest bastard,
to the poorest hobo.
My heart hear's their story,
and the slice deepens.
For the comfort of the others, their happiness and joy.
I allow myself to bleed.
For with no joy in the world,
we have no reason to live.
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Death?
What does it mean?
The end,
or the beginning?
In death,
there is life.
For one to fall,
is for one to rise.
Fallings easy,
risings hard.
Death can come easily,
quickly, slowly, painfully, peacefully.
I would fall,
if only I could.
I am here for one,
and one alone.
When that one string breaks,
I shall follow.
For staying risen,
Without him,
is to live a hallow life.
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To fear the night,
is to fear what lies there.
The night only scares part of me,
the other craves it.
I fear what I can't see,
but feel sheltered by the closness of it.
I know what can be there,
and only the evil of it frightens me.
But to be part of it,
That is my dream.
For the dark is nothing to fear,
if your a part of it.
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A single howl,
a single cry.
And the dark sets in.
All are silent,
not a sound.
A heart has stopped.
Not a one moves,
for none can.
Then they fall.
But can they rise again,
knowing they lost.
A single cry,
a single howl.
And the world is dark,
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Hallow,
and unrelenting.
The hands of fate.
They tease,
and toy.
Pull,
and press.
No heart,
just hands.
Not careing.
Only watching,
and waiting.
For their time to strike.
And they do.
Disaster.
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A single light,
shines bright and full.
But the dark does not fade.
The light grows brighter,
and the dark grows stronger.
The light may fade,
but never extinguish.
Alone in the dark,
a single being.
The light calling her.
She hears,
but can not see.
The dark wants her,
it overwhelms her,
swallows her.
Never releasing.
The light calls and shines.
Waiting.
Alone.
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A fateful day,
two lonely people.
He winks,
she smiles.
But the pain inside,
they keep to themself.
A fateful night,
two little bites.
He worries,
she wonders.
Their pain in the open,
each seeing the other for truly the first time.
A fateful day,
two hearts combine.
Blood flows,
forever more.
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I sit alone,
waiting.
For who?
I don't know.
But still I wait,
for fate to bring him.
For I know he will come.
But when?
I sit alone,
watching.
But see no one,
for I only have eyes for him.
I sit alone,
wanting.
To see him,
even just once.
To know he's there,
waiting for me too.
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Falling,spinning, twisting,
out of control.
Winds toss me,
this way and that.
Blue above,
red below.
Alone, crying, searcing,
for a way.
The rain falls,
cold and hard.
The ground aprouches.
Death.
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