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Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Artemis
To Apollo on the Death of Orion My heart aches today in a way I have never felt before and long to never feel again. I had hoped to avoid this feeling. This emptiness and ongoing sadness. Will it never cease? The stars above are a constant, agonizing reminder of what never will become. Tears cannot quell the damage wrought by my own hands. These hands I once took such pride in now bloodstained and shaking with woe.
By Adrian Hollomon4 years ago in Poets
The Disappearance of Light
There was once light, love, and warmth that time soon ended and it disappeared leaving nothing, but gloom. Light vanishes from the seemingly ever-present darkness. Pain becomes a pleasurable corruption because there’s nothing else left to feel. Torture implies a reward not a deserved punishment. Temptation and beauty remained unchanged and untouched, without happiness embraced, rejected, disgraced. Night reigns over day, removing the shade of grey once provided by rain cloud. Poison flows like nectar in the once pristine stream. Trespasses unforgiven and blood becomes the river. Evil stalks walks the earth with no chains abound. It takes many forms undefined though expressed with goodness and mercy and bribes.
By Adrian Hollomon4 years ago in Poets
