poetry by an elf.

untitled poem, from 6/22/04

2007-03-31T04:01:22Z

They will exist forever in my dreams, Unchanged, my childhood memories Undimmed The grassy shadowed paths, Dappled in sunlight Strewn with faded leaves of autumn past I will walk them once more. My footsteps softly pressing Into the dark dirt and ...

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blood in my hand

2007-03-31T01:23:00Z

there is blood in my hand. blood from my heart spilling gushing trickling in rivulets darkening my skin, crimsoning the earth under me. there are tears on my neck. salty rivers from my eyes spilling gushing trickling in rivulets bathing my skin, ...

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i sometimes write poetry.

2007-02-08T04:33:15Z

i write it when i want to, and i write it because some turning of a phrase or twist of several words together rings in my ears and i must. it mostly will not rhyme. it will paint pictures in words, and make you feel feelings. unless i fail... a...

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