Tag: poetry
member name: Ylanne Sorrows
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October 07, 2007 10:38 PM EDT --
A Man Without Hope
A man without hope is a pitiful thing
Lonely, forlorn
He is everything no one ever wanted to become
The epitome of all we do not desire
A man without hope is . . .
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March 16, 2008 05:46 PM EDT --
Ethereal
Gleaming silvery
Fine dust scattered
Upon leafy treetops
Undulating rays of sheen
Washing over earth
Lost but
Finding their way
Back to a solitary window
Where even . . .
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April 21, 2008 08:26 PM EDT --
Treali Storm, during interrogation, suddenly burst into verse-in trochaic pentameter, angry and offended by Robert Edwards, Deputy Director of the FBI. Interpret it as you wish.
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August 25, 2009 02:05 PM EDT --
He walks down the hall step by step Slowly Shackles on his ankles and wrists clinking as he moves
The door opens They sit him down He closes his eyes takes a deep breath They strap him down
They ask . . .
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October 07, 2007 10:11 PM EDT --
I wrote this in May. It is about Treali Storm. Well of course, considering the title. In case you are unaware (which you very well may be) I am an aspiring crime novelist and Treali is one of my most well . . .
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March 13, 2008 06:54 PM EDT --
Scotch tape, dry and cracked
Brouhaha rhythm beaten on her back
Made to watch the world
Spun out and unfurled
Gasping where they lay
Didn't know they could never . . .
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July 20, 2009 03:27 PM EDT --
Was it you when I turned, and saw it there, etched in a mirror, lost on the roadside And lovingly, longingly, turned passion away All my hopes slowly fading, losing their precious color Mingling with . . .
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October 04, 2007 09:35 PM EDT --
The Treali Storm Letters were a series of 15 or 16 letters written by Treali Storm in her own handwriting using an old fashioned fountain pen. Her handwriting resembles that of Thomas Jefferson, though . . .
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July 24, 2009 08:57 PM EDT --
There is no one to comfort me, not here in this place. This prison destroys me, just to be in this place.
What hope is there to be found? Has it been forgotten? Beloved, as you go, remember me in God's . . .
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October 08, 2007 01:21 PM EDT --
I wrote this poem way back in 2005 but it reflects the spirit of us nonconformists.
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Who are you?
. . .
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January 01, 2008 03:59 PM EST --
May the sun always shine on you
Even when the sky isn't blue
May your life shine bright in the night sky
May you always wonder how and why
May your pen always be moving
May your . . .
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March 16, 2008 05:52 PM EDT --
Hues of silver and grey
Scracted by khaki shades
Dusty beiges
Tints of ebony
Pockmarked by craters
As though made
From the hand of
A schizofrenic sculptor
Stretching towards heaven . . .
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July 20, 2009 03:35 PM EDT --
I want to believe, but I can’t believe; it’s weighing on my shoulders. I need that belief, the hope and joy of new believers, the wisdom and resilience of long time believers, but I can’t . . .
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March 13, 2008 02:03 PM EDT --
I.
Fog blows away across the empty sea
Lonely, from a distance, striking at me
Dark clouds high in the tattered, shattered sky
As fragile and dainty as windblown glass
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October 07, 2007 09:36 PM EDT --
Wrote this poem in 2005
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I am your life, your greatest love
Everything you have ever done was for me
Either that or it was against me
Every breath you have taken . . .
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September 11, 2009 11:16 AM EDT --
You cannot know my sorrow Or understand this pain If only I could see tomorrow And somehow ease this shame
My name is soundless upon your lips My hands are empty, promises unspoken If only you could . . .
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October 09, 2007 07:53 PM EDT --
Excerpts of this appear in my first unpublished novel Traitor.
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The sky can darken; fog can settle across the land, people can believe what they want. I do not understand and never will. But . . .
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July 20, 2009 03:30 PM EDT --
The little tag hangs from a blue toe in the freezing room as what is left of her lies on a table with a sheet covering most of it
It says "DOE ref 192-H6"
It doesn't say Rebecca Lee born in North . . .
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October 08, 2007 11:58 AM EDT --
she made you feel like a failure like a loser like a freak like the outcast like you were the odd one out and she made your life miserable
because you spent it trying to make her like you when you knew . . .
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May 14, 2008 09:09 PM EDT --
Remember the Eleventh of September
And not with Thoughts of Hatred or Vengeance
Remember the Eleventh of September
Remember how there were Three there
Suffering their Darkest Day
America, . . .
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