

The UninspiredGot no care for cause or purpose Can\'t remember the last time I havent felt like this Sing a song of the uninspired And play a chord of the overtired For meThe Uninspired
I need something to believe in So curse the life of original sin Look at her in a new light And keep the stare through the night For her
We\'ll keep the world at bay With whatever we must say While we wait until the end of the day
Hold a life of self-treason But carry a rhyme to take take creed in I\'ll mimic the lives of heroes past As I know the end approaches fast  


BlameI am dying Inside my own scream She will fade And its all my faultBlame
Civil war For bliss in peril Shes broken And its all my fault
[Chorus] Tears from a stone Blood from the bless\'d Cry to me In voices I will never hear And she is not when I need her near Throw away all that is known And base my life on what Ive guessed [end chorus]
And who I am to know who she is when she fades It is all my fault
Uncheck\'d fear For hope is drifting I am dead And its all her fault &nb


StareI had lost the pathStare
Strong as I may seem
Felt the world’s wrath
And the suffering it did deem
I caught myself a moment
From a time long past
An occurrence somehow transcendent
A feeling that only divine light could cast
I dreamt for my life
Of a human’s soothing stare
In which I saw her joy and strife
In which I felt her thirst for air
Upon a further reflection
I don’t know if it was to her what it was to me
But I give no objection
As her eyes were for the whole world to see
And as I lay weary
On a


Midnight ReflectionI sat there staring At a half-empty glass My thoughts were blaring Waiting for the moment to passMidnight Reflection
I looked at the barkeep I looked to the side The barkeep was half-asleep And a man was looking for a bride
I whistled o’er Considered for a second Asked for a water “We got that I, reckon”
I reflected yet again To try to quench my mind I thought of that young man Over who before had he pined?
The keep gave me my drink And my mind continued to rol Was he desparate, on the brink? Had life taken its toll? &nbs
Saffron Skies

I waitI wait. I prepare for an arrival that will never occur. You said you'd be here, but you've said that before,I wait
Only to leave me standing here, foolishly holding My heart in my hands, broken and silent.
You ask. I give. You beg. I give. You insist That I stand still, not moving to the left or right, While you roam freely and openly, leaving me To follow you, and close my heart once more.
If I could say to you what's on my mind, I'd tell you I love you. I'd tell you I want you. I'd tell you of the hurt and anger
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*livingpoetsociety
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*greendragon
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thank you for the comment
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If I could put them in a jar
I know they wouldn't scar
I'd do it if I could
I hope you know I would
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i know what you want. a sketchbook. a nice one. that you can have made basically anyway you want. my friend is making them to make some extra $, and they are nice. info here [link]
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