New and fresh i arrive at the gallery
The conveyor belt drags us all across the room
Some are strong or greatly wise
Some have gifts or talanets
Others are simply beautiful to behold
All except the faulty merchandise
All except for me
As each of the others are admired and chosen
Taken away and adored
Allowed to know full life
But with nothing to offer them
All the beautiful patrons pass me by
And i continue down the line for so long
Gathering dust as those around me are picked
Then replaced by others just as gleaming
Newer models that out perform my every aspect
Then the room is filled with light
Glorious and blinding every one of us
But all transfixed by her beauty
She makes us weep upon our knees of our own will
The others begin to rise up
Addicted to the blaze of your halo
They begin to sell themselves to you
Promises, offerings and honeyed words that i can't match
I simply grovel before you with begging eyes
But you seem so uninterested in them all
Even the pretty ones down the line fail to impress
She looks each one over but remains distant
Are you looking at me? No
Her eyes pass by like so many others
But then she looks back
Perhaps just curious about the damaged goods
Bathed inside your golden light
All i can do is bow my head
The heart i didn't know was there stirs as you linger
But is ceased as you make your choice
The whole room cries as you leave
Just as empty handed as when you arrived
The others are consoled as patrons take them
Yet i care not anymore for the pretty new pairs
They all seem tarnished to me now as i reach the end of the line
Because my heart beat only for you
And as i fall from the end of the belt
Not into the comfort of a furnace
But buried in the dark abyss with other useless waste
Even in the suffocating silence
I still dream of you
And your ever soothing light
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More crap from me. Based on a day dream i had this morning.
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lol i totally had no idea what this was about until you told me just now lol heh heh. you day dreamed this? o.o wow. i couldn't come up with something like this in a day dream lmao XDD and and and...you make me sound nice? lol.
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Well i've just counted and about 13 of my poems are in fact related to you in some way. Although second best was more about Belail really. Can't tell if my favourite one about you was Hopeless, or Heart of Chaos. And of course you're nice, it is possible to be dark and nice you know.
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this was so well writen
i like this poem very much
your talent shined in this poem
i like this poem just like you wrote it no parts better than another
great job
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Thank you very much.
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agree ti that
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You're not useless waste, hon'. Just don't give up hope on yourself, okay? One day, this life may very well surprise you, and you'll finally be able to be happy.
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