| Subject: Lily's Breathe(copy write 1997) |
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B.J.Branham
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Date Posted: 18:52:36 09/19/02 Thu
Death lays as lite as a lily upon your chest, only knowing of your last breath, pale and dark as the dawn you drift away into the morning sun,
Dark delusions fill your mind, trying to find a dark corner to hide, as the morning sun dies at night blackness covers your pale blue eyes just like when the lilies die,
I tried to hide all the fear and pain inside it spiraled down like an endless rollercoaster ride, as our love dieing out leaveing our souls to bleed, I screamed let the lilies breath
I write what I see and what I feel together they help me create. I have always felt that how you feel and whats around you set the mood and style of your poetry. I also have found that solitude helps also. I have been writing poetry for at least 12 years now,i have found it comes to me naturally, meaning as I can write about anything and not be compromised by what is considered the norm, or standards of poetry writing. I have seen alot of poetry and alot of the time people try to rhyme and you dont have to rhyme all the time express your feelings and make a statement, by allowing your muse to take over letting you flow from you, to the pen, to the paper. Remember to forget that there is a pen and paper, you are living what you are writing if the paper and pen are only there to help you show others what you are feeling. If that makes since to you, then you are one step away from being a great writer, but you don't have to take my word for it. lol
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