Gravestones

Gravestones

A Poem by Kaotic Barbie
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I thought i could find him...alive.

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 Gravestones fill my head in this winter storm
Bodies and bodies floating underneath
I know your out there somewhere
But where do i exactly start to unsheath.

I can feel your breathing from miles away
I know they buried you alive
I told them it wasn't you who lied there frozen
Why must they feel the need to connive?

Your journey wasn't ready to end
I knew they got the wrong guy
It was like i talked to you yesterday on the phone
And you weren't ready yet, to die.

I will search for you over and under every stone
For i will be able to hear your cries
I know this is wrong what they did to you
But soon enough i will hold your sight in my eyes.

I found your whereabouts, i remember from the funeral
Brought my shovel and I'm ready to dig
Its more silent then i thought, but i know your here
I will pull up every piece of dirt, every single fig.

There you are in this dark, sad coffin
Waiting for me to open you up
I'm ready to save you, to show all the others
To see how all their murderous faces will windup.

I bring you closer and tell you its okay
For i have found you in this brutal franchise
But for some reason your hearts not beating,
And i can't get you to open your eyes.

© 2008 Kaotic Barbie


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Oh what love ..how serene your thoughts
could there be such feelings till today.is love so strong you will never belive he froze to death
you brought your shovel and determined to dig every hole
for i can hear you down there ..somewhere..i know
i will look in your eyes and see that beautiful sight
i show them they are wrong ..it was never your time
and i found you but you will not move
lovely eyes but i see no light.....
Your journey wasn't ready to end
I will search for you over and under every stone
For i will be able to hear your cries
I know this is wrong what they did to you
But soon enough i will hold your sight in my eyes.
Brought my shovel and I'm ready to dig
Its more silent then i thought, but i know your here
I will pull up every piece of dirt, every single fig.
There you are in this dark, sad coffin
Waiting for me to open you up
I bring you closer and tell you its okay
But for some reason your hearts not beating,
And i can't get you to open your eyes.
God you will follow him to the graves ..never believing..what love
what emotions..i am dazed at these words
wonderful..

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Oh what love ..how serene your thoughts
could there be such feelings till today.is love so strong you will never belive he froze to death
you brought your shovel and determined to dig every hole
for i can hear you down there ..somewhere..i know
i will look in your eyes and see that beautiful sight
i show them they are wrong ..it was never your time
and i found you but you will not move
lovely eyes but i see no light.....
Your journey wasn't ready to end
I will search for you over and under every stone
For i will be able to hear your cries
I know this is wrong what they did to you
But soon enough i will hold your sight in my eyes.
Brought my shovel and I'm ready to dig
Its more silent then i thought, but i know your here
I will pull up every piece of dirt, every single fig.
There you are in this dark, sad coffin
Waiting for me to open you up
I bring you closer and tell you its okay
But for some reason your hearts not beating,
And i can't get you to open your eyes.
God you will follow him to the graves ..never believing..what love
what emotions..i am dazed at these words
wonderful..

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Kaotic Barbie
Kaotic Barbie

Baltimore, MD



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My name is Kati. I'm 20 years old and live in Baltimore, Maryland "And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. Th.. more..

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