Don't ask me why... Isssionary Isolation Little daises pushing through muddy grace Taking its time, to grow far away Here he lies, in my arms, on a cold days haze Drinking tears that belong to me The sky is broken, bruised red, cannot rain Taking him far away from me, and everything To see the truth, you must eliminate the lies And the biggest, might strike you as a surprise There is no life, or death, no love or hate There is nothing but fate, and when you take fate away from existence. What you are left with is nothing, no far less than nothing As history loops in different keys, I realize this life is a melody A melody of hope, for the battered and tortured, this is their final savior Steal my heart, with your words of praise, take my senses away from me Bind myself to you, as if I were a missing limb, as long as it will please you Then cut off that limb which is me, and make it no longer belong to you Thus setting me free, and by myself as a lonely limb, I am nothing
that's actually pretty good most of the poems here suck (no offense to the other poets =D) but I still must say you're school gets pretty easily convinced
I enjoyed the ideas in it, but it wasn't that great of a read as far as poems go. I guess I'm saying I would have enjoyed a more flowing format.