Daryl lyraD Poems
|1.||A Short Tale||8/11/2009|
|2.||Mathematics, And More.||8/16/2009|
|3.||My Race #1||8/17/2009|
|4.||My Race #2||8/17/2009|
|7.||At A Loss. (Ramblings)||8/24/2009|
|8.||A Game Of Love||12/23/2009|
|9.||Here's To Nothing||4/20/2010|
|10.||Why She Asked||1/19/2014|
|11.||Bitter Sweet To Nothings||1/20/2014|
|12.||Why I Ask||1/20/2014|
|16.||Poetry =/= Rhyme||8/21/2009|
|18.||Memory, A Reflection||4/8/2009|
|20.||3 Words (They Still Stand)||4/8/2009|
|21.||Life As It Is; Simple, Fast, Once.||8/16/2009|
|22.||What Is Love?||8/19/2009|
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Empty fields, deserted concrete
all that is left in this barren place.
I hold dear, nothing.
But where do I go now
at the crossroad splits
I can't make up my mind.
What makes a clock tick?
What keeps a jigsaw together?
Everyone has something which holds them up,
a standing pillar of strength and support.
Friends you say?
everything's a blur.
I think I took one dropp too many,
now that I'm ...
It was autumn then,
I still remember the snow which
softly landed on your rosy cheeks.
The falling of the crisp brown maple leaves,
as it descended upon your feet.
And how the waves lapped onto your toes,
and the soft soft sand which we lay upon.
We would dance under the moonlight,