Wednesday, November 21, 2007

in a way its like it never happened
the hurts still there
still they tell me I should end my life
but is it really to late
is it ever to late to fix it
who causes the reign
what is theis rain it burns me so
but still the flame is there theres allways hope
a poem by Timothy McLaughlin
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Tuesday, November 20, 2007

the darkness splashes
upon the eve of the fourth
with torn burning gashes
now knowing no worth
tied to sashes
a poem by Timothy McLaughlin
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the liquid dragon
chokes life from the Kraken
a monkey reaches for the moon
but none to soon
falls to his end
so my contemption
will not be rend
but I wish for redemption...
a poem by Timothy McLaughlin
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Love is ...
Love is dark
many a twisted act committed in love
Slay the Lark
murder the dove
Lost in this swirl
Just to because of a girl
a poem by Timothy McLaughlin
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I exchange vows of revolution with my soul
I cant go against my heart
My mind pierced by a dart
Forget them not
Let your soul not rot
To the inner revolt
Twas not a colt
a poem by Timothy McLaughlin


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He brings sorrow everywhere
people avoid him like the plauge
cursed by deaths dare
in a mysterious lost age
cursed by his birth
he feels no worth
he just wants to be heard
a poem by Timothy McLaughlin

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Lost in an unseen truth
The great unsung war of old
Inn of Autumn,all unknown
Rotting halls of gold
A poem by Timothy McLaughlin

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another poem?
Sitting alone with the world around me
I see the swirling darkness
A reminder of my fakeness
I block out hte sun and the hope of things to be
I watch the world crumble
The lights and sounds rumble
A bright future is gone
Along with Abels dawn
I see a darkened tome
Across the rusted room
A phantom of doom
Made of my own flesh and bone
This tome of shadows bane
I felt my own heart beat
As it pulsed with shadows defeat
To a greater evils disdaine
A poem by Timothy McLaughlin


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Thursday, November 15, 2007

the terror of death
mirages teh world of depth
in this world of pretend
halls of rotted gold
locked in world of mold
Emma breaks the glass
Light kills the mass
I see the truth
now without lady Ruth
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Cerberus rises anew
Life is all not true
Emma grants power over all
But so that I might not fall
I see it all,a broken doll
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