tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23408694944259052612011-04-21T11:57:08.967-07:00Maura Autumnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04755916211691306603noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340869494425905261.post-39330125923680283222008-04-09T19:52:00.000-07:002008-04-09T20:13:00.741-07:00I wait in the morning light for the snow to fall<br />It came bring the skies to a grey<br />This frozen world around my heart's wall<br />Causing it to slowly decay<br /><br />My eyes grew dim<br />My hands laid empty<br />Full of mortal sin<br />Screaming Tempt me!<br /><br />In this world of Ice<br />It slowly began to melt<br />Killing the vice<br />My Heart Then felt<br /><br />Sickened by Loneliness<br />Longing for holiness.<br /><br /><br />I wait in the morning light for the snow to fall<br />It came bring the skies to a grey<br />Causing it to slowly decay<br />This frozen world around my heart's wall<br /><br />My hands laid empty<br />My eyes grew dim<br />Full of mortal sin<br />Screaming Tempt me!<br /><br />In this world of Ice<br />It slowly began to melt<br />My Heart Then felt<br />Killing the vice<br /><br />Sickened by Loneliness<br />Longing for holiness.<br /><br />I wait in the morning light for the snow to fall<br />It came bring the skies to a grey<br />Causing it to slowly decay<br />This frozen world around my heart's wall<br /><br />I wait in the morning light for the snow to fall<br />It came bring the skies to a grey<br />Causing it to slowly decay<br />This frozen world around my heart's wall<br /><br />My hands laid empty<br />My eyes grew dim<br />Full of mortal sin<br />Screaming Tempt me!<br /><br />My hands laid empty<br />My eyes grew dim<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340869494425905261-3933012592368028322?l=thesetornwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maura Autumnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04755916211691306603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340869494425905261.post-40038950157036875192008-04-07T19:43:00.000-07:002008-04-07T20:02:04.718-07:00Well I decided to do a Transfer of my writings to this website because it seems to be alot less dramatic or annoying. I get tired of reading about people's lives but I would love to see their thoughts of things around them and how they see them not about how they are so much better than everybody else. Or better yet that they're about to die of heartache. I hate to say that because I've written alot about my heartbreak myself and that appears to be a bit much of the pot calling the kettle black. But I've decided to write about whatever I want but add some of the occasional poetry and short stories or just funny things around me. So that it doesn't come across as pety or full of myself. But I do admit I love to talk about myself. My boyfriend yelled at me for being so selfish whenever we spoke not the first time. So I'm slowly getting away from that. I have some great friends and stories to tell. I will go into detail in the next volume of this journal. I may have my happy times as well as my sad and I can certainly flaunt a few hideous photos of myself. So this passage will not be very long just a heads up.<br /><br />-Maura {Autumn}<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340869494425905261-4003895015703687519?l=thesetornwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maura Autumnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04755916211691306603noreply@blogger.com0