The Plight Of Pathfinder

by beezy   May 5, 2007


As time passes the night away
I realize to repair the shattered pieces
Written upon the wind,
But for the curse of black rays
Beneath the mighty silent roar

Cobwebs of thoughts pour upon my soul

For the semi-god inside me,
Who would demand,
That I inside me speak
And the future listens
As certain sounds have its own tempo

The past has been unkind to heroes

The palm tops gathered the heat of waves
And the tide pools infested,
The soul is colored in shades of
Pink, white, red and black
And the strange eyes blinked...and missed

Beauty did not believe and beast did not care

Winds started spreading the tales
Which could never be heard
The aura caressed the voice of enigma,
Bodies poured from the shadows of the cliffs,
And the titanic was found in motion

Lost souls stuck within the middle of Heaven and hell

Black, fluttering clouds await,
Before the striking of the storm
And I am my own receiver,
I am my own retriever,
I am becoming my vital mass
I am a token of my own substitution

I consumed myself in the dream of my reality

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  • 17 years ago

    by Vanessa

    Lost souls stuck within the middle of Heaven and hell that line said it all. I loved this poem. It was deep emtional. and the word choice was the best. Both descrirtive, and brillant, you did an excellent job, please by all means don't stop writting your words are a thing of beauty. 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by dollwithafrown

    Yikes!... wait, did you say you weren't good at poetry?! I don't know what you think you write, but boy, that was GOOD.

    Your vocab is excellent, and some parts I just had to read over and over again because I loved them so much.

    "Black, fluttering clouds await,
    Before the striking of the storm
    And I am my own receiver,
    I am my own retriever,
    I am becoming my vital mass
    I am a token of my own substitution"

    ^ That stanza, beautiful.

    Great work.

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