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Some of my first decent poems...Ode To me, The Blood, and To The Edge...
Eby
16 Oct 2004
Ode To Me...
Now that my life is over.. now that I'm dead and gone.. Now that my life is over.. please let the plans be drawn.. Here's to the one that was far too known.. I am now dead.. I was the drone.. I have been hung.. hung to a crucifix.. crushed with stones.. beat with sticks.. And now it's over.. what can you say.. go to my funeral? I hope you won't stay.. You are the one that killed me.. Not the bullet within me...
To The Edge
To the end, until it stops, to the edge.. I see that it drops.. The new beginning, see the genisis, All you can do is wait for your exodus.. watch it come down.. watch it end.. watch it break.. watch it bend.. See your downfall.. see your demise.. only to see you try to rise.. I'll push you back down.. harder than a sledge.. All I have to say is that you drove me to the edge...
The Blood
Seeing this anger.. seeing this pain... makes me want to see the blood fall like rain... Feeling this angst, feeling so raged.. be my reminder that I remain caged.. The blood stains the windows.. the blood stains the walls.. the blood stains this cruel world as your tempature falls.. You see my pain, you see my rage.. You don't care that I remain caged? ? ? You neglect me, you beat me.. your harsh words defeat me.. No one cares, no one sees that I've stepped on the heart that you ripped out of me.. My life is dead.. it's up and closed.. watch my body as it withers like an aged rose.. I know the true you.. I have made up this flood, This whole world is now drowning.. It's made of your blood.. My vision is blurry, my patients ran thin.. I'll continue waiting for it to end.. My veins have collapsed, this never-ending flood.. made completly out of your blood...
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