Two Cents to Sigh...

[absolute zero]

Pour your soul across
The Sky, and wake the
Angels with swolen eyes.
Let them drench the
Ground with sorrow,
Sound, and borrow their
Proud tomorrows...

Going somewhere better.
The requiem is written
On blank pages, inside
An iron notebook.
The scribes of
Solitude.

Scatter my heart upon floors of evermore.

[UFO the Phoenix]

this was niiiice.....simple and str8 to the point.....I love this stuff man...this was creative and colorful....the pouring and spilling of the soul....abstract metaphor for rain....sorrow of angels crying...the second stanza was even better....the iron notebook....blank pages waiting for your thoughts to appear....like its alread laid out awaiting to be written....poets sollitude...the love for this game....scatter your heart on the floor for others to walk over.....really leave yourself open at times....this was real....thanks for sharing man always a pleasure

[akqrate]

is it just me or are your pieces getting shorter but still never fail to make an impact? AZ man i just started visiting the board after a while off working, and now i know why i look at this board. The imagery and the whole piece was just amazing.