my Still Flower In Fall
...all around me burns new fire, these fires drive me insane. child entertainment. to me, and in my kind, they drain through the hole of my strife. what allows me the action to pray...strive. flames die, and my still flower in fall that remains...it means the girl to be. Dear me, i'm sinking...and searching...store all wishes: why bother dreaming of strife? Won't fate be, what it is...see; i still try, no matter what. Bet that i've wept my eyes...come all to see...they're everlasting, but they're a part of me....
I Fill not Hollow Stem
...wishes strong; every sting I caught I had run with, ill paid. Nevertheless, I drew out the pay I did... would I do that I loved? Or was I to fall inside these fires; preach a promise, teach a failure. I deserved these gains, but not any more. Hence, I fill not hollow stem, but deep root.
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These are two poems I wrote when I was all 'down with the sickness'
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