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A Faceless Crisis
A face crumbles to the floor
and the question grows
No trace to find the locked door
Within it's secrets, trapped
and soon I will become the silence
Still without an identity mapped
and soon I will become the faceless shadow
Fast to soon slip away
With the colors gone and hollow
To bathe within the crumbles from my face
and the answer departs
Leading to nothing but empty space.
Forever to climb a mountain, a mountain called past
"A mountain called past"
That is beautifully brilliant.
A mountain called past
Form the cliffs of yesterdays
Overlooking an endless sea of memories
From the first to the last
As memories replay
Of all the in-betweens
Climb the steepest peaks
Let all the memories fade
Let an avanlanche cascade
To let go of everything
To drown inside the sea
From a past with no reprieve
Leaving tomorrow with the stains
Of unforgotten yesterdays
Welcome to postpoems
"Music is a universal language and needs not be translated. With it, soul speaks to soul" - Songsterr
Thank you! and that
Thank you!
and that continuation was amazing!
I love it.
I'm glad
That you liked it.
Write much more. I could definitely use the inspiration ;)
"Music is a universal language and needs not be translated. With it, soul speaks to soul" - Songsterr
Beautiful, ROC... ♥ .
Beautiful, ROC... ♥
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...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. "
Why thank you
Mrs. C
Happy you enjoyed it
"Music is a universal language and needs not be translated. With it, soul speaks to soul" - Songsterr
That's Miss sweetness. It's
That's Miss sweetness. It's my birth name...and the only name like it in the whole world... explains why I've had this pennchant for keeping it that way I suppose... ;-)
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...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. "