Biography of Melpomene's Tears
Another soul that wanders thru this trip called Life. Still trying to figure out who\what I am.
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Melpomene's Tears's Works:
Melpomene's Tears Poems
O Chocolate, My Chocolate!
O chocolate, my chocolate! thou art truly the food of Gods with tempting shapes and flavors thy center a gooey warm paradise of caramel
Lady In Blue
The sun sets, his tired demeanor hidden by mighty mountains His loneliness colors the sky, colors born from darkness and light,
And I Shall Sleep.
I wander thru Waiting and learning Wondering and searching Staying afloat in the sea that is life
Under A Moonlit Sky
Amongst ancient castle walls Diamonds of dew drops from emerald moss Her sweet perfume clings to the cold air Under the moonlit sky
Let Me Go
Let me go Release my hand that held yours thru sorrow and joy desist from looking into my broken eyes
Friend Of Yours
What lurks in your mind O troubled soul? Who hides behind the dark drapes? When the sun sets in your brain Who comes out to play in the dark?
Cup Of Tea
Bloodied fingers, numb to the bone Plucking tender greens, stained red Backs bent with weight of leaves and sorrow Eyes unseeing, tears of blood blinding.
X, X, X
He breathes slowly inhale, exhale inhale, exhale his heart slows down
Death Of A Dream
Some people say it's made out of fluffy pink candy clouds of it just floating about aimlessly you can hop on it travel to a veiled land we call La La
Love four alphabets that can spell the destruction of a soul or
Darkness in me swirling, wrestling with the good He hides, a façade with a mask of smiles I nod along, wish well and play along
The foreboding dark gloomy grandfather clock stands in silence, the steady tick-tock of the pendulum long gone
Stones polished by the never ending splish splash from the waves They shine thru this midnight hour
What holds you back, you poor soul? What keeps you awake at night? You toss and turn on your bed As if ghouls and goblins play in your head.
The foreboding dark gloomy grandfather clock
stands in silence,
the steady tick-tock of the pendulum
the ancient library flooded in silence,
unbroken for many moonless nights
but when the world outside strikes the time of midnight,
His chains rusty from sins and tears,