All these poetry was written many many years ago ,vintage before Xandra was even born. There was so much horror on the news that i decided not to watch anymore. I was pretty naive about life till i taste the bitterness then i stepped out into a different abstract light ,I remained sane but my innocence was permanently soiled however my wisdom still loud underneath this skin you see me.
Abandoned
This pride
the hermitage where saint live solitary life
starring at me in cynical way
the deformed one
demanding truth from my mother
panic stricken woman
held me in glance
rigid silence of whisper
i knew why she's running away
a sinking in my soul
the snow fell lightly
everyone covered with wool
i was left assisting the cold
deep sad moment
i know the truth.
Bones
The child of their love
fit to dance, fit to charm
a certain sky shining clear
the day should be
the keepsake of her joy
the wide skies darkened too soon
the wind carries an ends blow
father stumble in horror
the child of their love
among the rocks in open air
her smile barely bones
simply gone.
(no one lend a spade)
Prayer
Dear god,
I beg you to have some compassion today
a suicide reported on the main news
sensational murder the following
next word is indescribable
insanity had thrashed a baby down the drain
watch the sky
the slate to heaven on the other side
compassion into that look in every corner.
Written by DesireTheVampire - many many years ago
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