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The Edge
It fills my soul
With endless despair
The Edgehog cometh
In the blackest of night
From whence it came
A realm of darkness
Its eternal suffering
Gives me Edge
Don't hate on my poem, please.
Welcome to Life.
The one you live with strife.
The one that forces you to the edge.
The edge of the knife.
That cuts you deep,
And forces you to weep.
And as you struggle.
Know that you're only a sheep.
Welcome to Life.
Poetry really brings out my dark side.
10/10
Would put in a book.
From our departed brother ByOdinsBeard:
What is best in life
What you want, long as you're paid
A good Sumertian
10/10
It fills my heart with Edge.
A hollow night...
Forged by the dark souls of The Damned,
A sleeping Angel...
Shining bright in the infinite sky,
A lonely soul...
Searching for love day and night,
A pain...
A pain of suffering echoes,
A wound...
The wound of pain shows itself,
A lonely soul...
Slowly decades from the world,
I don't write poetry anymore but I could dig out some of my old poems from high school. I don't think I ever was any good though :P I was an angsty, hopelessly romantic teenager with father issues, and my English still had a lot of room for improvement.
This is the oldest one I've found.
The end of the world
Makes me happy.
That blissful moment,
That infinite second,
That unforgiving wind,
With which the Seven Trumpets sing,
Carries fate on its back
ÔÇöMight take you with a single crack.
This IÔÇÖll never miss
About the apocalypse:
When the land and sea are afire,
When sinners bustle with fearful vigor,
Down comes the awaited hand of God
ÔÇöThe accusing fist of Creation
Now to take back its construction.
This moment is the climax of Life,
The end of peace and the end of strife.
An exhilarating passion courses my body,
My finest hour, I think merrily.
I can taste His finger fold around me
ÔÇöFirst in the air, then everywhereÔÇö
He never doubtsÔÇöhe takes me firmly.
On Earth we leave my body behind,
But I shall, of course, never mind,
ÔÇöTis that moment, the breaking free,
That makes me infinitely happy.
The Seven Trumpets have sung for me.