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Name: Austin
Country: United States
State: Texas
Metro: Lubbock
Gender: Male
Interests: Stuff. Lots, and lots of stuff. Oh, and Xbox 360.
Expertise: Xbox 360 (now with Live!!!) and computer games(as if.)
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
AIM:  baggs909
Member Since:
6/4/2005
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Dead In December
Cold
...It's so cold
Outside, inside,
Inside out,
The chill cuts to the bone,
The frost comes,
Winter is here,
The fountains are frozen,
The waters are still,
...so still
All is quiet
All is calm
The geese overhead,
Make no noise,
They fall from the sky,
Broken
Empty
...They fall
Alone...
The geese are gone now,
Buried in the snow,
The winter has come,
The last red leaf
Is gone from that ancient oak,
That stands beside the road,
The road less travelled,
The leaves are gone now,
Forever gone,
...gone...
They died in December
And now...
Now...
The cold creeps in,
It cuts to the bone,
And we are alone...
...Alone...
December has come,
The winter is here,
The winter has come,
Fly, sweet summer,
And leave no trace,
The fountains are frozen,
The waters still,
Dead in December,
We are all dead in December.
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| Make whatever you will of this. It's just a rant, I guess. I'm tired of Shallowater. I'm tired of high school. Nothing here is real...nothing will really last, and the things that will, no one seems to care about. Will I have the same friends I do now? Doubtful. Will any of the relationships last? Doubtful, no matter how much the couples proclaim their true love. Will the drama and fights matter? No. Do they now? No. So why? Why does this stuff happen? Maybe it's because we high schoolers want to feel like we are adults. Well, we aren't, I have to say to myself and others. We (for the most part, I only know a few people who this excludes, and I'm not one of them) blow things out of proportion. We rage against our parents, even though they have given us a home and care, even if not love, for every year of our life. We write crappy poems to make us look better, or to give us a name as a poet or a writer. Perhaps that's not a bad thing. But you and I have to ask ourselves...why are we doing it? Do we write to vent...to get a name...because we love writing? Do we play an instrument to look cool...to pick up chicks...or because we love music. Why? Does it really matter? Perhaps not. I don't know.
And who will I turn to,
When I've lost my way?
I can't...
I can't...
I can't see my path,
I don't know the way,
I don't have the words to say,
Have I lost who I am?
I can't feel,
I can't...
I can't...
I'm dying inside,
I can't save myself,
Or I won't
The two aren't really so different,
In the end.
I won't,
I will,
It dosn't matter in the end...
Nothing ever does,
I'm never good enough,
Never strong enough,
Fast enough,
Never enough...
Never enough,
And I don't have the words to say,
Don't know why to pray,
My God is there, and his Son too,
But his followers,
Oh...
So few of them true,
But it's not my place to point fingers,
Not my place at all,
I'm deserve as much blame,
Or more
I won't...
I can't...
I don't...
My words fall from my mind,
Masking the truth,
They are fractured and bent,
Fallen from the sky as if their wings were broken,
Spiralling...
Out of control?
Truth is control,
But is Truth a lie?
The truth is,
Someday, we all die,
We all lose what life we have hold of,
We fall.
We pass...
Into what?
Faith knows...
Will Faith tell?
In Time, Faith will tell...
But the problem with Time is that it never ends,
It never dies, it never lives,
It has no faith, no Truth,
Only time...
Only time...
Faith will tell in time...
Only with Faith,
Only with Time.
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| The Lonely Road
I walk along,
This lonely road,
And I know I should not,
If I fell, who would be there,
To catch me and set me on my feet,
To show me the way,
When I lose the path,
Will you be there?
I don't want to be alone,
Hiding from the unkown,
I can't face my fears,
Whenever you aren't near,
You lift me above this chaos and strife,
Would you walk beside me on this lonesome road,
Will you stand beside me,
Until the end,
Until I can walk no more,
Until the day I abandon this lonely road.
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| Two new poems for you to read.
Dreamscape
I never thought I'd see the day,
Waking up to the storm,
Opening my eyes to reality,
I never thought I'd see the day,
When I say you for what you were,
And remembered those words you spoke,
From so high and mighty,
Words of a king,
A monarch of your own world,
Hidden away behind your eyes,
Those eyes of a fallen angel,
You thought I was blind,
You spoke to me like a cripple,
As if I were dying,
You pulled me from my wasteland,
And threw me into yours,
But now I am aware,
I see the truth,
And I am afraid,
But I know now that all will be redeemed,
That I will escape this heretical dream,
I will wake with the sun,
Rising like a blood-stained coin,
Acending from the west,
Which seems so wrong,
And yet, such is life,
In your little world,
You said that black was white,
That the moon is only the sun at night,
And so it must be so,
Although I must admit,
These ideas seem somewhat foreign,
Surely there is another place, another world,
Where life is always good,
Where the Reaper forgot to stride,
Perhaps I am living in a dream,
Or maybe I've simpy passed away,
To join you,
At the clearing at the end of the path,
If the clearing is there at all,
And if the path I am on is the right one,
And if it is not,
Then perhaps I will simply turn around,
And come back the way I came,
To see, if all remains the same,
And to look back at myself, face to face.
Pyrophilia
Watch as the flames dance,
Watch them as the cast their flickering light,
Making a mockery of truth in the shadows they cast,
Watch as the fire burns,
Consuming all it touches,
Watch as all turns to ash,
Watch as Autumn burns,
See the leaves fall,
See the houses blaze,
Feel the lies burn away,
Hear the truth hiss out her dark song,
Crackling and popping,
Dancing to the rhythym of this new fire,
Hear the inferno proclaim,
"Burn it down,
Burn it to the ground,
Leave no leaf intact,
Let no life live unscarred,"
Feel the storm approaching,
A fiery Inquisition,
Burning away the dross,
Revealing the fundamental truths,
Fall to your knees as the fire passes on,
See those few who remained unburned,
Know that true gold fears no fire,
That those who live by the flame,
Will die by it as well,
But until that final fire comes,
Regrow from the ashes,
Rebuild what was lost,
For in time,
A raging fire becomes dying embers.
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| Here are some of my favorite poems, written by me. Tell me what you think, person that is reading this.
The Cardinal
A single flame, burning bright,
Like a beacon through the night,
A drop of crimson blood,
Against the green flood,
Standing against it all,
Never expecting the fall,
I wish I never saw this vision so stark,
Behind eyes blinded by the dark.
On the ground,
Without a sound,
Lies a speck of blood,
Half buried in the mud,
Crumpled, body broken,
Yet they walk by, not a word spoken,
Wings broken, once able to fly,
Fallen from grace, and willing to die.
One More Step and I'll Be There
Hail the renegade,
Blood price mercenary,
Shed my blood,
Take your bounty...no remorse...no regret
I'm walking a razor tightwire,
My feet are bloody,
My eyes blurry,
And all I ask,
All I ask..don't let me fall,
Take what you will,
It's only my blood you spill,
But please grant me this,
Don't let me fall,
Because I won't live again behind that wall
Bow to the royalty,
Bow or be broken,
Bend a knee to save your soul,
Do things never change?
I'm walking on a razor tightwire,
And my feet are bloody,
I'm starting to slip,
And all I ask,
All I ask...don't let me fall,
Take my resolve,
See my courage dissolve,
But please grant me this,
Don't let me fall,
Because I'm slipping again behind my wall.
Here is my heart,
Feel the beating,
Feel the love...the hate,
Now do your duty, tear it apart
I'm walking on a razor tightwire,
My feet are bloody,
And I'm starting to fall,
And all I ask,
All I ask...why did you let me fall?
I've played this obcene game before,
And always I fail, needing an inch more,
Now please tell me this,
Why did you let me fall?
....I will live no more behind this wall.
Forget every memory,
Disregard all emotion,
Such a bittersweet recolection,
What haunting deja vu,
I've fallen over the edge,
No one there to catch me,
A million times before,
A million times again,
But I cannot...will not,
Be broken...I will not give in.
Always and Forever
Farewell and goodbye,
My love,
For I am leaving,
Taking a journey,
Wait for me at the end of time,
And I will come to you,
Do not doubt me,
My love,
For I will be there,
Waiting for you,
As you wait for me,
Fare thee well,
My love,
For it is I whom the bell tolls for,
Its resounding crash,
Surrounds me even now,
And Death awaits me at the door,
But fear not,
My love,
For I shall be with you,
Always and forever,
Do not cry,
My love,
For I shall return some day to you,
For you are never forgotten,
Farewell, my love,
My life, my hope.
Turning Away
Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust,
And so I will move on,
As all things must
Out of sight,
But not of mind,
The quiet is deafening,
Peace, I cannot find
It's time to leave now,
But I can't find my breath,
I've held on for far to long,
And that will be my death
The first step is the hardest,
The second is the cruelest,
I should have seen it coming,
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