Cardinal Raul
Flashing Rave

RosesOh how many metaphorsRoses
Revolve around the rose About it's thorns, it's beauty How it smells and how it grows And never once did we question
The wisdom in these words We let them slip right by us
Like a winging flock of birds But now that all the wise ones Who said these things are dead Lets put our heads together
And write our own instead
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I float within my own mind,
forgotten in the darkness,
the screaming silence a testament
that I strive to escape
from this empty prison...
My Gallery, with other poems and pictures: [link]
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Am I supposed to feel invisible?
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Aquiva Lucia Moonheart...there she is...there she goes...
My Art [link]
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Ich sehe nur dich.
There's a sick little suicide
in all that we do...
you decide,
which one's for you?
Hey
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