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| Quentyn Bitterblade | Feb 5 2013, 05:57 PM Post #1 |
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I have quite a few poems, perhaps someone will find them interesting. “Losing Symmetry” Equivalence was dear to me, It was a yearning of the soul. Two equal halves, a balanced mind, It took its toll. With the hand's slightest twitch, The colors start to blend. Perfection dies before your eyes, and symmetry is at an end. |
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| Quentyn Bitterblade | Feb 5 2013, 06:15 PM Post #2 |
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(Not about a person) “By Grace Divided” You let me catch a glimpse Of a shadow in the dark. Lacking all but grace, your hidden face, still left a mark. An impression made on glass Is rarely known to last. Left to its fate, I can relate, The prints have never passed. I find it hard to give, But harder still to take. Divided by your grace, Yet held in place, The glass begins to break. I can't tell if it's a lie, and it ruins me to no end. If longing is a sin, My soul runs thin, and I can't begin to mend. I can't tell if it's a lie, and it ruins me to no end. Edited by Quentyn Bitterblade, Feb 5 2013, 06:17 PM.
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| Quentyn Bitterblade | Feb 5 2013, 06:27 PM Post #3 |
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"Living for the Glow" Running Low, I was living for the glow. Thankful for the shadows, 'Cause they guaranteed the Sun. I was sure I'd know its face by now, Or be pleasured by its grace somehow, but it eludes me still. Heaven's fire, Manifesting my desire. Tired of the echoes, Although they promise the Sun. A wrinkle imprinted on my brow, Kept going only by my vow, Can't help but feel a chill. Longing for, The day I long no more. Can't give up yet though, I thought I'd see the Sun by now, But I'll never let it go, Not until I see the glow. |
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