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Tuesday, January 9, 2007


I'm not emo or depressed!
I write poetry sometimes to exercise my mind and my rhyme scale and find some fun words that I know but don't always remember. This is mine! Completely made up and written in a few minutes.

Thoughts rushing past like a frozen stream,
Lights flashing by leaving shadows behind,
The soft snow falls, silencing my scream,
I call your name, getting lost with no find.

As time slowly speeds past,
I'm picked apart again piece by piece,
Enough already the die is cast,
Upon its finish all hope shall cease.

Call my name, scream back to me,
Lets fight this war of chance,
Blind and slow yet fully able to see,
Caught up in this fevered dance.

Through the ever living dark light, fighting to die,
The clearly muddled future of what's come to past,
Hold my hand tight, let go of your voice and fly,
And time shall stop for only us, under destiny, our fates held fast.

~Tiger

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