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Erik Gillette Poems
The flowers are dying and while they try to buy more time we are ever watching waiting for the time to come when they just give up
Friendship is like that flower that bloomed from no where mysterious yet beautiful Friendship is a battle
We wonder often what it means to be free free of shackles of chains of oppression
A mirror shows a man his soul who sees himself being pulled he no longer recognizes himself for he finds himself no longer engulfed by the fire within.
Light shines in darkness and although you no longer see you forget what you must do to be.. to be you.
Watching grass grow
Watching grass grow seems not so exciting but it induces such nail biting... how can you not see the great joy brought to eyes by the grass that no toy can ever give
there is that constant knocking at the door to my mind a reminder of what a bind i am in that fateful sin that wants its way into my life to give me a knife
Something Called Life
between him and his home is something called life it eats at him causes much strife and he fall lower each day
Have you sat in darkness and heard the silence around? Its as though it engulfs you a place of utter terror Silence pierces your ears swiftly leaving you unknowingly deaf
Comments about Erik Gillette
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
The flowers are dying
and while they try to buy more time
we are ever watching
waiting for the time to come when they just give up
when they exclaim in their small voice... enough
why do we pressure beauty to be more beautiful?
As if we are any more dutiful to our own selves?
The flowers look at death not as a punishment.
Nothingness to them is as a reward.
We see these flowers, dead, wavering in the wind.
Are these Beauty's less deserving then your own kin?
Should they be shamed?
Should they be blamed?
and picked ...