upon the window sill i sit,
awaiting his eager smile to see.
wanting once more to hear his wit,
but instead feeling his insanity.
the sands of his demise do flow
from top of crystal glass.
into oblivion and chaos grow
the pain he wishes would pass.
i want to take him in my arms
and hold him till he doth sleep.
to rid him of all life's harms
and show him my passion deep.
but, alas, there is too much space
between our beating hearts.
and apart we seem so out of place,
while bleeds our souls with piercing darts.
POEM BY REGINA
10 comments:
wow u must really hate this peep it is like kill him already when u read this I liked ur journal . Totally U creeped Me out. I hope U didn't like Bury him under ur step. freakaaay".but instead feeling his insanity.
the sands of his demise do flow
from top of crystal glass.
into oblivion and chaos grow
the pain he wishes would pass.
i want to take him in my arms
and hold him till he doth sleep.
to rid him of all life's harms" that is why i said like that man. I hope This Dude like runs. Totally a wack job. to read this entry. U like Rock on Images.
keep writing I love Ur Goth Self chic
Odd how whisp put an hour glass in his journal and then you do.
funnier still how you are online yet supossedly sold your puter to make ends meet.
have no money yet can buy stuff to make jewelry..............things that make you go hmmmmmmmmmm
wow this saysa alot lori
great pic and awesome poem
Awesome poem! ~Val
http://journals.aol.com/valphish/ValsThoughts
Wonderful poem, so full of pain and emotions.
this is a wonderful poem, I loved it. God Bless
Sadness!
I DO NOT EVEN KNOW WHAT BRINGS ME BACK HERE TO THAT HOURGLASS OF YOURS,AS THOUGH I HAVE BEEN DRAWN HERE TO ALL SANDS SO THERE WITHIN THIS SANDLESS SAND THAT I SHALL FOREVER HEAR,ALL THAT I SEE,IS BEYOND ALL WORDS,HANNAHTHEMAID @aol.com.
Beautiful, simply beautiful. touched my heart, my soul and made me know of all the loves i've ever known before. you really moved me. Thank you Gloria
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