My LIfe, My Love, and My Poetry Which Are The Same

[Time.Of.Dying.]

On the pages of this book
Lies my soul
Shattered and Broken
That which is not quite whole
I leave these words as a token
To prove that I was here
Though I am no longer near

~~~

Harmonious Beauty
A Sense of Duty
A Lone Wolf Howling At The Moon
Asphodel All But Strewn
Upon The Ground
And Below that Mound
Lies A Body Bound
Wings Spread Out Like A Dove

~~~

Laying crumpled on the floor
My hand reaching out, reaching for the door
I open my mouth to shout
But the words never come out

~~~

can not cope
no longer any hope
wrap the rope
around my neck

~~~

I can only write
During the long, dark night
Some might say
It's just not right
But I say
Always darkest before dawn
Always night before the light

[angels.to.demons]

oooohhh... how pretty. ^^
you're so good at poetry, Raven. <3

[Time.Of.Dying.]

- glomp attack - Thank you very much! :-)

[Hidden]

Niiice. You're really good. I like it. _{Even if it is depressing...}

[//The/Pendulum/Swings//]

Me likes it too! It's really good! (I like the subtle if not intentional refrences to this site. )
I also have some if you'd like to hear it....

[[don't]fear[the]reaper]

Dizzy approves of poetry. -nods and smirks evilly-

[Time.Of.Dying.]

Hey! Edgar Allen Poe is famous because of his depressing poetry even though he only got really famous after he died. Intentional references about the site, in fact it's kinda what the poem is about. And I second the approval

[[don't]fear[the]reaper]

I should hope so. -nods-