silentpoet
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Aug 1, 2001
- Messages
- 207
Down, under, helpless.
Crawling, scratching.
Bottom of the pits,
Eye to eye with pure evil.
Nothing is right,
Sane is but a memory.
Half pure, Half spoiled.
Truth in a glass bottle,
Love for sale.
Breaking a mirror,
Seven more years.
Faith of a dove,
White of a cloud,
Blue as a dream,
Calm as a desert.
Ramblings of freedom of speech,
No holding, no strings.
Burnt Pizza's doesnt mean bad eating,
Just means more care.
Burnt outsides,
Soft middles,
Down and out with nothing but words.
Nuture of a mothers love,
Candles with a wiked flame.
Reason is not a verb,
But poetry is.
Come onto the bridge,
Take your leap of indulgence,
Watch the water flow under you,
And pray the rope will snap.
Drowning is passe,
While suicide is trendy,
But love is sacred,
And love is suicide.
Open the windows,
Let in the flowers.
Being down and out, doesnt mean your lost.
Dedicated to two VERY special friends. Mellabopper and E-girl. You both deserve to be on top of the world, so go get it
Pablo
Crawling, scratching.
Bottom of the pits,
Eye to eye with pure evil.
Nothing is right,
Sane is but a memory.
Half pure, Half spoiled.
Truth in a glass bottle,
Love for sale.
Breaking a mirror,
Seven more years.
Faith of a dove,
White of a cloud,
Blue as a dream,
Calm as a desert.
Ramblings of freedom of speech,
No holding, no strings.
Burnt Pizza's doesnt mean bad eating,
Just means more care.
Burnt outsides,
Soft middles,
Down and out with nothing but words.
Nuture of a mothers love,
Candles with a wiked flame.
Reason is not a verb,
But poetry is.
Come onto the bridge,
Take your leap of indulgence,
Watch the water flow under you,
And pray the rope will snap.
Drowning is passe,
While suicide is trendy,
But love is sacred,
And love is suicide.
Open the windows,
Let in the flowers.
Being down and out, doesnt mean your lost.
Dedicated to two VERY special friends. Mellabopper and E-girl. You both deserve to be on top of the world, so go get it
Pablo
