"Angels of Darkness"
"Angels of Darkness"
By Michelle Vinson
Angels of darkness,
deep within our creed.
Buried within Hades…
our graves can be found .
Hades, our Heaven;
Graves, our refuge.
Immortal forever;
Forever demons.
We are The Shadows of the Night.
Copyright ©2007 Michelle Lea Vinson
Blog Category: Writing and Poetry
Current mood: creative
Added on: 20/04/2008 08:33:38
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"Lost Souls"
"Lost Souls"
By: Michelle Vinson
Weary souls tired of this roaming;
meaninglessly throughout this life.
Forgotten identities and forgotten selves;
Forever feeling, inner pain.
We alone, understand;
Unfolding our own prophecies.
Uncovering, our destiny's fate;
Forever being, a Lost Soul.
Copyright ©2007 Michelle Lea Vinson
Blog Category: Writing and Poetry
Current mood: creative
Added on: 20/04/2008 08:31:59
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"Broken Wings"
"Broken Wings"
by Michelle L. Vinson
Within this twilight, we are blind.
Blinded by what is beauty;
Yet we are entrapped within these thorns.
Spiritless now, we embrace the cold.
Knowing no light, darkness consumes the souls within every life.
Seduced within this darkness ;
We fly with broken wings.
Copyright ©2007 Michelle Lea Vinson
Blog Category: Writing and Poetry
Current mood: creative
Added on: 20/04/2008 08:31:07
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"Free Spirits"
"Free Spirits"
By Michelle L. Vinson
Everyday we battle wars of love and hate.
Battling only to obtain the balance of a magic that is both in one;
black and white.
Worlds falling apart because of lack of self indulgence;
only holding back the need of trial and error.
Becoming individuals;
expressing our free spirits in different lights,
taking upon forthcoming chances as they reveal themselves unto us.
Our free spirits shall surpass…
Forever the turmoil in which we lived.
Copyright ©2007 Michelle Lea Vinson
Blog Category: Writing and Poetry
Current mood: creative
Added on: 20/04/2008 08:30:22
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"DESOLATE HEART"
"DESOLATE HEART"
By: Michelle Lea Vinson
Desolate heart so fragile it breaks,
longing for sodality.
Memories of a youthful past;
yet again, we remember.
Memories come and go;
as we grow closer to death.
Loneliness lingers within our thoughts,
Well we be alone at death?
Michelle Vinson
Copyright ©2007 Michelle Lea Vinson
Blog Category: Writing and Poetry
Current mood: creative
Added on: 20/04/2008 08:29:10
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