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Joey Stanley Poem
Flying over a fading field,
Mourning over a faded
memory,
Lost In darkness,
unable to find light,
But In darkness I can see now,
I'm Stuck in an unending
plight.
Forever trapped,
in an ever winding stair,
Forever trapped,
In the darkness of my despair.
Why would I cry,
Over what I wasn't afraid to
do.
Why would I weep,
Over what I chose to be,
Fading into a
Memory.
We're all another
Memory.
I see a distant face,
Fast it's fading,
Becoming another
Memory.
We've all become a
Memory.
Forever trapped,
In an ever winding stair,
Forever trapped,
In the darkness of my despair.
Sunset has come and passed,
Leaving behind
A moonless night.
Light has become a
memory.
Now I'll become a
memory.
Copyright © Joey Stanley | Year Posted 2012
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Joey Stanley Poem
As the girl sits in the
moonlight,
With the sky dark and blue,
As the girl sits in the
moonlight,
The stars are fading from view.
She dreams of a starry night.
As the boy sits in the starlight,
With the sky red and bright,
As the boy sits in the starlight,
The moon fades from the
night.
He dreams of a moonlit night.
As the couple sits on a hill,
Together to view the dawn,
They see the light coming so
bright,
And they dream of a kiss
goodbye.
The couple parts,
Taking opposite paths down
the hill.
Back down they go,
To their separate homes.
To their separate lives.
And they dream of a kiss
goodnight.
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Joey Stanley Poem
An ocean of tears,
Won't hide the fears,
Of a thousand screaming
voices,
Screaming for a way out,
Of the darkness within their
own choices,
They cry for justice, revenge,
Their cries are in vain.
A river of blood,
Ends in a puddle of mud,
And again crying for a way
out,
But your cries are in vain,
Our voices are wasted in vain.
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Joey Stanley Poem
A place I can't remember,
Faces I used to know.
The things that drag me under,
To a land where evil grows.
A flash of light in the dark of night,
A glimpse of death at dawns first flight.
These things that drag me under,
Back to a land where evil grows.
No longer can I pretend,
It's the beginning of the end,
Life was never on my side,
To give up is a just surrender.
Running away from the light,
Straight into everlasting night,
Why can't I just stand and fight?
Forever stuck, in a land where evil grows.
Turning into my own monster,
Can't hold my breath much longer,
So glad it's dragging me under.
Happiest in a land where evil grows.
Only my darkest misery can see,
What eyes could never perceive.
Rapidly falling under,
Dying in a land where evil grows.
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Joey Stanley Poem
I walked down the street,
Hoping to sweep you off your
feet.
I climbed up the stair,
Planning to brush back your
hair.
I strolled through the hall,
Thinking that for me, you
would fall.
But I was wrong,
Things don’t turn out that way.
I was wrong,
Life is colored in shades of
gray.
I long for what I never knew,
I wish for what we never had.
What you had was a chance,
But it blew right past your
head.
My love was what I had for
you,
Your love was all I knew from
you.
To me, your love just seemed
so vain,
To me, your hate was seething
pain.
At the days end,
It feels like it never began,
At the days end,
I’m running through the dark
again.
So at the end of the day,
all I see,
Is that life is colored,
in shades of gray.
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Joey Stanley Poem
I am walking,
Through A lonely night,
I am walking,
Brooding on this life.
As I walk,
Guided by the moon so bright,
As I walk,
A figure comes from behind.
I see this man,
He is as troubled as I,
I see this man,
He is a reaper of the night.
And he tells me,
"I am a reaper of sorrows,
Pour your troubles unto me,
I am a reaper of sorrows,
Through your darkness I can
see,
I am a reaper of sorrows,
Your guide if you believe in
me,
I am a reaper of sorrows,
Pour your life unto me."
And I see this man,
Cloaked, brighter than day,
I see this man,
Shrouded, darker than a
lightless Fray,
I am blinded by this man,
But I have no need to see,
Blinded by this man,
I walk, and my troubles wash
away,
For no troubles can hide,
When the reaper comes out to
play.
As with every night,
I wish the moon would forever
stay,
As with every night,
I wish for the absence of the
day.
But the moon ignores my wish,
Bringing morning my way.
And so the reaper of sorrows,
Took all my troubles away.
Copyright © Joey Stanley | Year Posted 2012
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