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Permalink Reply by Kodi Jimenez on March 22, 2009 at 3:24pm

Love is perfection
Brings you out of the hell
From whence you came
Rescues you from an all-consuming fire
That burns to your core
Helpless without it
Incomplete
Not whole
Until it emerges from the darkness
And purges the ink you swim in
Finally you see a light
Racing toward it
Never quite reaching it
Until you meet your other half
The one that screams forever
Pierces your heart
And frees your soul

Permalink Reply by Thanatos Mist on March 23, 2013 at 8:26pm

 The Riddle of the World

I remember i was six years old,

 when my grandfather died,

it left me feeling so sad and cold,

i couldn't say bye,

so thus i am tied,

for my mother had sent me to my grandmas,

she left me there to go visit him and say bye,

but  never got to,

though he was my world,

since then i have twirled and twirled,

trying find a hold,

in the ever changing cold,

Since that day day death has followed, 

sending a vortex of sadness,

left in the blackness

trying to save a life,

when you can't save your own,

when all failures tear like a knife,

welcome to my life,

trying to find the light.

When finally it is found,

refusing to be bound,

for either blackness or light,

are not mine to behold,

instead i tread in gray,

with both warmth and cold,

for to tread my path,

i must forge my own.

To save a life,

you must tread in the middle,

for being a riddle,

you must accept strife,

to hope to save a life,

you must lose plenty, 

and give  much,

to save a life,

you must give hope,

and you must respect death,

and live life,

for both are part of the riddle of being caught in the middle.