Peter Vector Poems
|81.||Dying Of Warfare||3/17/2010|
|84.||(decayed) My Brilliant Image||10/15/2010|
|85.||Death To Life||11/9/2009|
|88.||ア ル セ ウ ス (Arceus)||10/15/2010|
|89.||Unity In Diversity||12/31/2009|
|90.||Forgive (And Move Onward)||12/31/2009|
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Forgive (And Move Onward)
So finally someone says,
What I needed to hear.
Some way of freedom,
For this poet that was left behind.
Forgive and forget.
So true and well spoken,
Pick up what was broken.
I'll never forget what we had.
You didn't want to hurt me.
I tried to show you all my love.
You warned me, but no, it was not enough.
So now we're picking up what was broken,
And piecing it back together again.
Though it may not be as strong,
As before, still we move along,
In in hopes of finding new love.
And so finally someone says,
What I needed ...
The darkness of spirals is consuming me still.
Why does this life spin me into more strife?
Endless circles flowing from my cursed quill,
And the quill truly made sharp with penknife.
Again, I feel black without and within.
It fills my mind with such miserable dreams,
My heart flows, a thick and crimson bloodstream,
My final breath is cried out, a sharp scream.