on the ebony wings of ravens

My trashcan poetry

that feeling that comes around midnight.
right around the time when the liquor stops soothing
and you're left wide eyed in the middle of a heartache
because the past never gets tired of it's demented amusement

of ripping you open time an time again

around dawn it falls together around the same time that
your fingers start twitching from lack of sleep it's then

you beginning to realize that for the first time in your life

you're utterly lost an alone

on ebony wings the raven it returns to me,
O how I long to fly free
on healing winds that do not tarry
wishing to once again dance among the stars
but alas a lonely heart is wary


My beloved dark eyed raven comes to Me
with the tale tale sound of My heart beating
to a truly a lonesome song

people who have no clue making up the rules

of who's  right an who's wrong
would it be the same If they knew it all
the dark things that I've done playing to their game
the memories that ain't that fun.
The shadows of the past that I hide locked inside.
would it be the same if they all knew.
what it was we all went through
would we have to hide,what we feel inside
If they really knew the truth


O on the ebony wings of ravens I fly

searching through the darkness for light
running from a world where words become just words.
pen and paper mean nothing anymore 
for the heart an soul of the poet is dead other than that feeling

you know when you realize
that ,that someone has stopped once an for all

loving you

 ~ D Donner ~

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Moonshadow's picture

beautiful and very sad. I

beautiful and very sad. I couldnt imagine losing hope in love. I am still a realistic romantic! ;) great piece!

Dont look for me, I'll find you ~Moonshadow

nightlight1220's picture

No...I don't think it is ever

No...I don't think it is ever the same, once we make the huge leap of faith to live an authentic life with everyone... but if not for each soul's purpose in life, we give value to suffering, and offer it humbly to the universe in hopes that our lives have some scintilla of what we know on this earth as "worth". Deeply moving and inspiring, Daniel. One of your best, I'd say. ♡♥♡


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "


SSmoothie's picture

to see into your heart is to

to see into your heart is to see in to mine only most eloquently so. <3

Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's life SIMS, but not as we know it" - ¡$&am