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Heed the words of a Psycho!
On The 01-09-05, The Baka Is Currently....
Feeling...Remoseful
Listening To...Magic by the Cars
Wearing...MASH shirt and MASH Pjs
Talking to...no one
Eating...nada
Drinking...Pepsi One
Reading...Too many books!
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Can You See Me?
Monday, March 17, 2003 |
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Ramble Topic Flash: An Angel True
An Angel True
A/n: It's a story poem thing...I don't know but I really like it.
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Once upon a time...
Life is such a story.
Good versus evil, who shall win?
Where did these meaningless battles begin?
Among the fires and the rage,
Beneath a golden sunlight ray,
Would sit a young lady,
Singing her lonely heart away.
Chaos would cease.
Time would stand still.
Just to listen to this girl,
Sing of a sorrowful tale.
Here she would sing,
Of a heart so pure,
So golden and so true,
That there was no other.
'An angel was true...'
She was wisphered softly,
Looking to lands far away,
As the wind gently blew.
No other could,
Make the sun shine brighter.
Make the bee's buss softer.
No other could ever be like her.
The tale sounded,
So joyful and so true.
Though the tune,
Was soft and sorrowful.
The young bard sang,
Loud and true.
Touching the hearts,
Of those old and new.
Hate ebbed as sorrow left,
Leaving a new world behind.
The bard slowly stopped singing,
Seeing her work done.
She started to get up and leave,
But the veterans held her back, saying,
'Young bard tell us more!
What is your song so sad?'
They did implore.
The bard turning silently,
A ghost in the evening sun.
Her golden laid eyes,
Rimmed with unshed tears.
'Let me sing of the ending,
of a true angelic stride.'
Ever so softly,
She sang another piece,
Of her heart away.
This time about the angel,
Who had lost her way.
The world twisted her,
until she became,
no more then an empty case.
Her smile was lost,
Her laugh had died.
Just because the world,
Couldn't keep their thoughts inside.
The bard looked sadly at the veterans.
'My dearest friend was true,
though never did I know,
now horribly you were killing her,
with your mean spirited terms.'
The bard flicked back her long, dark hair
As she once again began to leave.
This time a small boy tugged on her sleeve.
'Tell me,' he said innocently.
'How did we kill the angel lady?'
She looked down and replied,
Her voice made as if it were ice,
'You knew to little and spoke to soon.'
With a turn she left,
Leaving the warriors in awe.
Never would they understand her tale,
until she was truly gone.
Once upon a time...
An angel was true.
Then the world went and blew it,
Destroying us too.
70 poems accounted for on FPN...wow....
T3H B4K4 last Rambled @
9:29:00 PM
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