Writing Been a while....Wrote sum stuffz...

[Phantom]

[color=blue][size=4]T[/size]hese two poems will diverge into separate and very dissimilar styles of poetry? The first; a forlorn, melancholic tale taking you into the depths of my dark mind at its paramount. The second is much more gentle, soothing in its divergence, it will walk you to the crest of my love for my angel, my lover?Danielle Marie?[/color]

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[color=sienna][size=3][b]The Burgundy Truth[/b]

[/size]Locked away, why does it hide?
Why would it, it has no where to go?
It must run off that ominous drive?
The will for life?

It?s just as ineffectual, it will perish regardless?
Does it not feel? Meh, why would it?
Talk, walk, bequeath, and bestowing its fear?
The resolve to never give in?

Oh the lord of shadows he would see this granite infestation of memorial as nothing but the flaw of mankind?

Locked away, why does it hide?
Why would it, it has no where to go?
It must run off that ominous drive?
That force pro verve?

Ignorance is an odd virtue of undead?
But so common, foraying?
It would steal a child?s diligence?
But the truth lays beneath, guilt-stricken, deprived?

Oh the lord of shadows he would see this granite plague of cenotaph as nothing but the blemish of mankind?

Let it bleed through, the kind truth of it all?
In each person it hides, veiled behind a locked door,
Why would it hide, its useless, its strong but without numbers?
All and sundry conceals their very own, dark-thought secrets?

Able but indisposed?frightened but haughty?
So arrogant that it will never come to be?
All this burgundy truth requires is a chief?
A collective leader-to-be?path of guidance?

Oh the lord of shadows he would see this granite influx of monument as nothing but the gateway to destroy mankind?

M.S. Hunter[/color]

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[color=teal][size=3][b]The Placid Breeze[/b]

[/size]Don?t get me wrong, no love can compare,
No wind can tell, no heart may equate to her?
Nevermore can nor will, nevermore can nor take?

An egotistic horde they are, why does it trouble me so, why do their opinions even hassle me?

She is the rose-petal, the orchid unrevealed, the one true conscious lover,
She is the angel; the wild lily unpicked, the one true essence of lust,

Don?t get me wrong, no heart can share,
All gusts would yield; all souls? are inferior?
Forevermore cannot and will not, forevermore can?t and will not filch?

And only she can pilfer my soul, and no more than she may fondle my heart?steal my being and hold my crossed fate?

Danielle Marie, my soft breeze, my calm, placid gust of love?
Danielle Marie, my only love, my resolve, my will, my windy goddess?

My Angel?

M.S. Hunter[/color]

[zidane11]

I got lost in the poems there for a minute. What!!! The house is on fire! Gotta go.

[Mitch]

[color=red] Very deep, and that's what I like in poems. You used very well placed descriptive words which let me get into your mind for even this short amount of time it took to read. Good job once again![/color]

[Phantom]

My mind is forever lost in this dance of filth/love/hate/lust ... no one ever gets in without me hinting to the miniscule truths of my mind... and thank you for the praise, always welcomed in this art...