Throwback #12: 4/6/2009

I go through life as if i'm blind
and walk through mist but do not mind
for in the fog i often find
it's good to leave what's left behind

Throwback #9: those eyes

i loathe the eyes of a merciless soul
they drip with the hatred which from Satan you stole
those eyes
they laugh
at those lost to damnation.
those eyes
they burn
with the fire of Satan.
those eyes
they pierce
like a demons flamed arrow and
those eyes
mark you
like the devil's dark demons.

-DB
3/26-27/2009, 3/27/2013

Thowback #8: Words from your past

I want you to look at this
on a day far away
you know that tomorrow
is different from today.
My past will go by,
your future is here,
and there'll be things gone
that we once held dear.
Now look to the future,
eye quickly the past,
and cherish each moment
till you breathe your last.

-D.B.
3/5/2009

Throwback: 1/29/2009...a day dear to my heart...my poetical birthday.

Make me like the first star in the night
who gazes across at the moon
while the crescent moon gazes lovingly back
till he loses his love to the noon.
When night falls again with his twinkling stars
the moon to his love will stay true,
he'll wait for his star to come back to his light
like I will come back to you.

-D.B.
1/29/2009
The second "real" poem I ever wrote, written almost exactly 4 years ago today (give or take an hour or maybe 2 hours).