Sta.sh
Hmm..
Decided to record some old poetry onto the wide web. A digital recording to match the hard copy.
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wonder Gazing into your eyes I see,wonder by ~elphie
Could you be the one for me?
Or is it just a dream I hold
Perhaps my thoughts have been too bold.
The thought of you puts a smile on my face,
Are you an angel, fallen from grace?
In your arms, where I long to be,
How can yuo mean so much to me?
But in my soul I know the truth,
Deep in my heart it lies, forsoothe,
An image, I know, is what you are.
But with you in my heart, I know I'll go far.
MADNESS The sudden urge to kill is strong.MADNESS by ~elphie
Blood rushing through my veins.
Fingers itch for a throat.
Skin thirsty for blood.
Die. Death. Destroy.
Nothing can cure this craving.
Violent death brings pleasure.
Hear the cries of pain.
Watch as the life is slowly sucked out
body left an empty husk.
the craving for blood is strong
Death comes to all...
for you, it's me.
Longing for the feel of your death
In my arms.
I will wait.
anguish Why is it I shed these tearsanguish by ~elphie
When I swore that I'd shed none?
Why was I born to this life?
My dreams all equal to none.
Life is but a promised dream,
A promise beyond one's grasp.
for when things go wrong, as they always do,
That promise is soon gone.
I think of ways to leave this life
This sad parade of show.
I spend my hourse, chosen alone,
Of the ways that I can go.
A blade to the wrist,
A rope 'round the throat
A bottle of 'useful' pills.
Or should I just woalk on outside
And lie on empty rails.
The subway's there,
A convenient jump
A quick end to this facade.
Sad to say, I own no guns,
Quick shot, then I am gone.
I
Journey What is there that waits for us,Journey by ~elphie
At the end of the winding road?
A life? A death? A mystery?
Or a new path to the untold?
What is it that holds us here,
To the life we all must lead?
A love? A hate? An untold sotry?
A mystery indeed.
How many times must we walk the path,
The circle of life and death?
For we live, we die, we keep on going
Until we breathe new breath.
Noble 
