That Boy's Buried Principle
No more lament, just moving forward on all four feet... scenting airs once tepid, now sweet... no longer backed into a corner by my own eye, looking inward--no antithesis, no anxiety, no fate.
Hanging Over his Head
Hanging over her head a labrynth of stone full of sorrow and lament and walls that were bent where lie crows that moan, "are you content?"
Endless Time
A sad poem when i was feeling old endless time rue the day with bitter lament, thinking of wasted time you have spent, again the bell tolls as the hours pass, ever marching closer to our final mass, watching your hands age day by day,
Unspoken
You could push me off watch me fall into the sea listen to my heart's lament and leave me shattered where i lay.
Watch
I walk this waking nightmare never seizing to end the pain and lamentations of my waking world. my only freedom is death, yet it never comes, passing over me as you would pass over an unwanted trinket.
Possession
Every day is a challenge, a new possession every moment is a lamentation, of things that once were. not a day passes that i do not wish, to be free of the burden of what once was.
The Blind Rabbit (a poem)
And it lamented that it would never know anything and everything of the world of light. it cursed its fate, it cursed its name, blind from what it surmised as a cruel joke of fate.
False Wildness
Carefully trimmed plants strain with all the strength of earth's lament against the cage of man's design. perfect shapes for imperfect people as a rogue vine chokes out the steeple.
Twilight Fading
"your tearful lamenting, your swooning and crooning over the death of a musician who 'spoke your soul' is not what makes you 'goth'. it is your 'thoughts', within context, within reason.
Chapter 5: True Lies
Stone lamented under his breath. "the pain i felt had never really subsided and left me hating their kind. in turn i would bring them to understand what it felt like to know hurt and feel that sorrow which i have grown to know. i'd make them regret.
Logging In
"i guess there's no going back now," the youth lamented before pulling a jewel case out of the cardboard. with a little pop, the cover opened up, revealing its contents.
Reward
Could ever conceive of buying and they may bring joy and they may bring comfort they may bring smiles and laughter they may be genuine in there moment but in the end things will not bring you happiness because the blind man on his death bed does not lament