Started by Kat Holiday Jan 22, 2017.
This way its easier to respond and reply to eachother than posting poems on the main spot...dive right in, dont be shy!!
Started by Komrad Wayne. Last reply by saint.357 May 25, 2013.
Started by Komrad Wayne. Last reply by Redrum: the undead juggalo Apr 7, 2012.
Started by Thomas L. Vaultonburg. Last reply by Komrad Wayne Sep 2, 2011.
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I am the savior of Jake's life.
He keeps my blade sharp, and I keep him alive.
I give him my power and he gives me his.
At his command my cold steel edge sinks into the flesh of the dead that would do him harm.
Jake wipes the blood from my length.
I dispatch the heads of his enemies.
I keep Jake alive, and he gives me life.
With out Jake I am useless.
With out me Jake is useless.
Jake drives my edge into the arm I allowed to be bit until it is gone.
I am no longer the savior of Jake's life.
Jake dies, and goes off wondering.
I lay forgotten in leaves, Jake's blood drying along my length.
LEAVE ME FOR THE DEAD, FOR I HAVE NO PLACE TO REST MY HEAD. THERE IS NO LIGHT AT THE END OF THE NIGHT, WE ARE LEFT TO FIGHT. THROUGH THE TREES, ABOVE THE ROCKS. IF YOU PLEASE, IN THE END YOU'LL BE ON YOUR KNEES.
as death brushes past you...do you feel it?
would it let you...would you even know?
as death embraces you, pulls you close...do you feel her breath, feel her wings on your graying flesh?
do you even now feel her kiss?
gawd this stuff is good!
ok i knows i no poet but still love reading the emotions you all have on desplay here.
Don't taste good... it's old.