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Anzel
August 7th, 2009, 08:07 PM
VERSION I (unedited)

The Flight of Mind is sorrow
For me, it's thusly true...
For angels weep and devils cry
And I must get over you...

My sorrow beats like a drum
An aching, beating wrist
Crackle and tumble, her thumbs in a jumble
And the blood splatter when she missed...

Sadness is my wisdom
Saddest is all the wise'...
Time is a flower, paint' by the hour...
Time is a flower; sh'dies...

Her soft petal...splattered.
Her nightgown...tattered.
Her heart is in shreds and her life is in ruins
And all the world cares of is death

Her heart beats solely for you...
It's true, don't you know it; it's true...
It's broken each hour by hearing your call;
Her foolishness for trusting you...

She's broken in so many ways
They all ring together as one;
Blades and things like glass, and bone...
To her, they have all but won.

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VERSION II (edited)


The Flight of Mind is sorrow
For me, it's thusly true...
For angels weep, and devils cry
I must get over you...

My sorrow beats: a drum of heart;
My aching, beating wrist
Crackles, tumbles, thumbs a jumble...
Splattered blood, amist

Sadness is my wisdom, so;
And saddest, all the wise...
Time's a flower; paints the hour;
But, at end... it dies

Petals splattered on the floor
Bloody as her gown
Her heart is shreds; her life was bled
And all the world is sound...

Her heart beats solely for you, sir...
It's true, you know it true...
Everything reminds her of
Her foolish trust...in you

She's broken in so many ways
They all ring now, as one;
Blades and things: like glass, and bones...
To her, they've won; they've won...

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I searched everywhere and didn't find anything against my posting something as such...

I'm in a meh mood, as per usual. The tightness in my chest (physical anxiety) is causing me a suffering feeling, as it always does, and I keep avoiding the truth that I'm so alone...but it came out in this poem.

I did an editted version with much more pleasant syllables and stresses and flow. The reason poems don't make much sense is because of flow, lol.