03-21-2009 02:20 PM
Between the colored spines
I found a calamity within fragile pages,
Ink seeps through open pours,
Found deep in volumes throughout the ages.
Chronicles as bitter as aged wine
Left alone to its rage,
Ingesting the mysterious secrets held,
Overwhelming the pitch-black stage.
The words they hold are hard for me to define
Though it’s still hard to disengage
My eyes from the sheet - the story,
For I’m drawn to the shadows and catastrophe of the ages!
03-21-2009 05:58 PM
I love the depth in this poem. It's so great...
"Even Supergirl has her kryptonite."
-A quote by moi
-Pretty Handsome Awkward, The Used
03-23-2009 03:12 AM