I hope that someday someone will save you
Fearing that you're already lost.
Evil and darkness surround you but still I try,
Arms outstretched, hands grasping for yours.
In a split second I see everything you saw in me.
Farewell.
Copyright John W Dobbins 2008.
Saturday, February 16, 2008
An Old Man's Words
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Labels: Poetry
Monday, December 17, 2007
Untitled Work #1
Take him. Make him yours. Take his heart, and cherish it. Love him forever, as he would love you. Take this boy from the Darkness that surrounds so he can pick up the shattered pieces.
Copyright of John W. Dobbins 2007.
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Sunday, December 16, 2007
Ripped And Torn
Moving ahead but not knowing where
Step after step, but then I just stare.
No one to help, no path to follow
The world I'm in, makes me feel hollow.
The hills to the west offer what I desire
I want to get home, but am cut off by fire.
... Home.
Copyright of John W. Dobbins 2007.
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Tuesday, November 27, 2007
A Post From 2004
Late at night, singing songs inside your head,
Pulling on your shirt's loose thread,
Wish you could get out, break out,
And run away from all of the doubt.
Copyright of John W. Dobbins 2007.
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My Way of the Ninja
A ninja must prioritize his mission first and must not show any tears.
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Flesh Wounds
Flesh wounds bleed, and they may seem painful...
But as time goes by, the pain eventually disappears.
And if you use medicine, the wounds will heal even faster.
But the tricky wounds are the ones in your heart.
Those are difficult to heal.
A wound of the heart is different from a flesh wound.
Unlinke a flesh wound, there are no ointments to heal it,
And there are times when they never heal.
But there is one thing that can heal a wound of the heart.
It is a troublesome medicine,
And you can only receive it from another person.
The thing that can heal a wound of the heart is...
Love.
Love is the spirit of devoting yourself to someone important and close to you...
It is expressed by caring for and protecting that person.
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Labels: Poetry
Affliction
Before I start:
af·flic·tion /?--fl?k
??n/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[uh-flik-shuh
n]
1.a state of pain, distress, or grief; misery
2.a cause of mental or bodily pain, as loss, calamity, or persecution
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A heart that's broken
A mind that's numb
Waiting for all of it
To be done.
A light that shines
On what's desired,
But when in reach
It turns to fire.
The wound is great
But unable to cry
About the pain that's caused
From a hidden lie.
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I lost some of it when I was typing it... its not finished, but when it is, I'll edit.
Copyright of John W. Dobbins 2007.
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