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Sneer · 01-28-2007, 01:39 PM

In the light of a winters night, I sit, I yearn, yearn for the times
Where the glisten of your eye lit the darkest of days.
The warmth of your touch embroiled all that chilled.
Yet those days have gone, I’m left in this cold, dark abyss,
Bereft of the love I so sorely miss.

Oh! Why does this pain scorch the core, the core of this stoic temple,
Built for the sanguine reverence of the truest of love.
For the unaltered bliss that lit the stars.
Unveiling the moon, bathing the bloom in a benign glow,
A sweeping cascade of ghostly beauty in full flow.

Alas, the cascade met the raging torrents, baying chasms, a void,
Twisting and savaging the fragile junctures of a fledging seed,
Layer by layer dismembering the walls we called life,
Until, exposed to the evils of a bitter reality,
We collapse into the void, victims of our own frailty.

So here I sit, in times of change, conspicuous in all I do,
Your smell still rankles, in this mind, a barren scope of solemn lust,
And though I cope, if cope is to reflect, the pain is tied around my neck,
In this old harbour, sits your ship, solitary as grey clouds swirl,
And still I believe in you, my girl.

sleepy jack · 01-28-2007, 04:02 PM

I like it, especially how it ended.

skindredluver · 01-28-2007, 05:05 PM

I like the whole thing a lot

Loser · 01-28-2007, 05:06 PM

I second that

Crowe · 01-28-2007, 06:07 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Stu

In the light of a winters night, I sit, I yearn, yearn for the times
Where the glisten of your eye lit the darkest of days.
The warmth of your touch embroiled all that chilled.
Yet those days have gone, I’m left in this cold, dark abyss,
Bereft of the love I so sorely miss.

Oh! Why does this pain scorch the core, the core of this stoic temple,
Built for the sanguine reverence of the truest of love.
For the unaltered bliss that lit the stars.
Unveiling the moon, bathing the bloom in a benign glow,
A sweeping cascade of ghostly beauty in full flow.

Alas, the cascade met the raging torrents, baying chasms, a void,
Twisting and savaging the fragile junctures of a fledging seed,
Layer by layer dismembering the walls we called life,
Until, exposed to the evils of a bitter reality,
We collapse into the void, victims of our own frailty.

So here I sit, in times of change, conspicuous in all I do,
Your smell still rankles, in this mind, a barren scope of solemn lust,
And though I cope, if cope is to reflect, the pain is tied around my neck,
In this old harbour, sits your ship, solitary as grey clouds swirl,
And still I believe in you, my girl.

what is this word!!!?

Sneer · 01-28-2007, 07:01 PM

ran·kle /ˈræŋkəl/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[rang-kuhl] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation verb, -kled, -kling.
–verb (used without object) 1. (of unpleasant feelings, experiences, etc.) to continue to cause keen irritation or bitter resentment within the mind; fester; be painful.
–verb (used with object) 2. to cause keen irritation or bitter resentment in: His colleague's harsh criticism rankled him for days

Crowe · 01-28-2007, 09:46 PM

Wow. I haven't come across a word I haven't heard in a LONG, LONG time! That is ridiculous. Kudos to you good sir!

01-28-2007, 01:39 PM	#1 (permalink)
Sneer Let it drip Join Date: Nov 2004 Posts: 5,430	untitled #2 In the light of a winters night, I sit, I yearn, yearn for the times Where the glisten of your eye lit the darkest of days. The warmth of your touch embroiled all that chilled. Yet those days have gone, I’m left in this cold, dark abyss, Bereft of the love I so sorely miss. Oh! Why does this pain scorch the core, the core of this stoic temple, Built for the sanguine reverence of the truest of love. For the unaltered bliss that lit the stars. Unveiling the moon, bathing the bloom in a benign glow, A sweeping cascade of ghostly beauty in full flow. Alas, the cascade met the raging torrents, baying chasms, a void, Twisting and savaging the fragile junctures of a fledging seed, Layer by layer dismembering the walls we called life, Until, exposed to the evils of a bitter reality, We collapse into the void, victims of our own frailty. So here I sit, in times of change, conspicuous in all I do, Your smell still rankles, in this mind, a barren scope of solemn lust, And though I cope, if cope is to reflect, the pain is tied around my neck, In this old harbour, sits your ship, solitary as grey clouds swirl, And still I believe in you, my girl. __________________ LastFM Sneer's Emporium of Sound Fright Team radio show

01-28-2007, 05:05 PM	#3 (permalink)
skindredluver Im Just As Sweet!!!:) Join Date: Nov 2006 Location: america Posts: 570	I like the whole thing a lot __________________ Let them live in the stillness and know the flame. They will loose all and give all.. Boys are like lava lamps: fun to look at but not so bright Coffee, chocolate and men, some things are just better rich

01-28-2007, 07:01 PM	#6 (permalink)
Sneer Let it drip Join Date: Nov 2004 Posts: 5,430	ran·kle /ˈræŋkəl/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[rang-kuhl] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation verb, -kled, -kling. –verb (used without object) 1. (of unpleasant feelings, experiences, etc.) to continue to cause keen irritation or bitter resentment within the mind; fester; be painful. –verb (used with object) 2. to cause keen irritation or bitter resentment in: His colleague's harsh criticism rankled him for days __________________ LastFM Sneer's Emporium of Sound Fright Team radio show

01-28-2007, 09:46 PM	#7 (permalink)
Crowe Music Addict Join Date: Dec 2005 Posts: 699	Wow. I haven't come across a word I haven't heard in a LONG, LONG time! That is ridiculous. Kudos to you good sir! __________________

01-28-2007, 05:06 PM	#4 (permalink)
Loser The Professor Join Date: Jan 2007 Location: New York City Posts: 1,113	I second that