On mortalities dark quest
visible now my breath.
As words now I confess
for the cold I do dress.
See me I am fleeting
all these rhymes repeating
to sides I am cleaving
while a sad grip is leaving.
Words past and to come,
I see where they are from,
my senses they do run
in my heart there is some.
Callous is the raven,
tell him he is mistaken,
for harbinger is taken
because death’s a maven.
I’ll dance this dance
my warmth I will enhance
this page in a trance
this pen has it’s chance.
To capture my mind
as I slowly do divine,
things I would not hide,
rather atoms combine.
Despair I do see you dull,
I’ll split you as I do cull.
Twisted now I am full,
my heart now life pulls.
I am right despair’s power
does leave me by the hour
returning what once was sour,
with this heart I do not cower.
Gah!! I am so in love with your poetry, Jared. Seriously, you’re the next Christopher Poindexter!!
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Kristian, that is the kindest thing anyone has said to me. Seriously, you dont know what that means to me. I try to be honest and you make me feel so happy to be honest. Thank you.
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Aww. I’m glad! You;re very welcome. I meant every word.
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