Living within Death (poem)

[Melville's Best Friend]

Living within Death
Melville?s Best Friend


With withered illusions
And dust-covered memories
That serve
Humble Nostalgia;
When hearts that
See with meter echo
Through corridors of
Deceit;
Where visions of
Rainbows
Cascade into tears of
Blood, and
Superstitions live among
The Dead,

I see.








This is dedicated to Wicked, my sister.

[stargazer]

thats really amazing. i get such a great mental picture. i wish i could write poetry

[wicked]

*cries tears of happiness* Thank you MBF!!! *hugs her sister to death*

Wait, this is a good thing right?

You never cease to amaze me. Everytime I turn around I find some new talent hidden within.

You are simply amazing in the most complex way. I love you so much it's crazy!!! Not the go crazy and kill all your co-workers crazy but crazy in that I can love my sister who makes me laugh everytime I talk to her, feel her pain even though I'm not there, and wanna hug her everytime I see her.

I still have that song you wrote as well. One day, when I get my future novels published I'm going to use, with your permission, the song and now this poem.

My God. You are truly amazing. I love you sis.

Love and hugs,
Wicked

[cherryflavored1R]

The effectiveness of this poem seems to have been magnified by the song I'm listening to ("Birdcage"). Wonderful job, as always.

-Cherry

[Lara Winner]

The darkness that breeds inside me loves you right now. Awesome poem!