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A long agonizing poem, and a small Metaphoric story

 
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Posted:     Post subject: A long agonizing poem, and a small Metaphoric story

The Window & the Spade-by none other then my horrible self:

Across thine heart she doth crawl, had no approval by my call.
Nor i've given, none i've spoke, with her fangs now astroke-my pale left over.
Greedly the spider drains with feelings of poison, now comes my pains.
The black placid creature marked with red measurement of hour, drains me heavely as a spade cuts the earth gone sour.
In the ground, now im devoured by the widow & the spade.

On my eternal bed i am laid as the soil's cleaved by spade.
In the darkness alone with me in my coffin sits the spider on my chest now softened.
I ask her to tell me truth as her test, will she remain here while i rest.
No answer she dare speak only a mere death's kiss on my cheek.
In the ground i wreek of foul, by the widow & the spade.

Here in the void eternal and forever bound, i find my heart with a hilt and turned upside down.
I look and see now what widow has built, a pointed flask of guilt.
What symbole this is, my mind it does trouble this symboles name is of the shovel.
The flat shovel which has placed and buried me here a spade is it? I fear.
A hate filled tear now conjured by the widow & the spade.

Life is painted placid and is currently now over only wish i wasn't sober.
At least i have my heart turned spade and the widow at my chest it is here a spider's nest.
Hate filled company for all of time untile the clock to rise once more does struck it's chime.
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, i will return soon for i must.....
Reanimated now am I, by a widow & the spade.

People say this poem means absolutly nothing, other arn't so sure, i leave it up to who ever reads it, savour or hate it either is fine
here is a Metaphoric Story enjoy!

A Thought on Love

Love is like a terrible sea,
when my heart is hard it sinks,
but whenever i lighten it,
it is then tossed and smashed
into peices against
the rocky shores of rejection.

^^ this story seems to apply to some of you whose profiles i glanced at.
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