Wow.
This is a great poem. In particular, i liked the last stanza; it had a lot of power, and summarised the piece very well.
The comment also really drove home.

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Searching my heart for it's true sorrow
This is what I find to be:
That I am weary of words and people
Sick of the city, wanting the sea.

great work^^

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やムにムカのメ

Thank you. ^_^

...Needless to say I wrote this in one of my... *coughs*... Moods...

Loomshade is the alias I use, akin to Bane Wraith, Whenever I reach a point that I've kind of Saturated myself off of the vain and strife and "darkness" of others.

I.E. A cold hearted son of a bitch, that both Respects Virtues, and thoroughly enjoys digging through your mind for the pains you've caused yourself, vices, and of course, a dear favorite: Pains to arrive to one through Relationships.

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Searing wrath taken, bestowed through shouts
Bits of trust earned, in minute bouts
Mayhem ensured, lessons divine
What wonderful things, these words of mine.
~Bane

*chuckles* I see.
I have several aliases that are employed for the same purpose; Keeva, for the cold and the dispassionate. Anne, for the persona generally termed as 'me' (though it is disputable). Lie-Eyes, for the innocence. Moth for the kidness. 'Caea for the anger.
And more besides.
I think i get where you're coming from.

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Searching my heart for it's true sorrow
This is what I find to be:
That I am weary of words and people
Sick of the city, wanting the sea.

Well, there's only two sides to me, really. One, is me, which is generally when I'm my kindest and best...

And second is Loomshade. And Loomshade comes up whenever I am... so very deeply conflicted that I either can't or don't want to hold on to myself, and feel (perhaps subconsciously) the need for a second face.

He is not so much a turncoat, as he is what I become when saturated on strife, bitterness, and vain...

Otherwise, I try my best to deal with anything and Everything I can. The melting pot mindset; incorporating, and combining, vast amounts of ideas and ideals.

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Searing wrath taken, bestowed through shouts
Bits of trust earned, in minute bouts
Mayhem ensured, lessons divine
What wonderful things, these words of mine.
~Bane

Ah. Still, it's a coping mechanism; a defence thing, I suppose, all things considered. Like, I go quiet and hand-write my poetry when I'm upset.

You okay?

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Searching my heart for it's true sorrow
This is what I find to be:
That I am weary of words and people
Sick of the city, wanting the sea.

I will be. ^_^

--
Searing wrath taken, bestowed through shouts
Bits of trust earned, in minute bouts
Mayhem ensured, lessons divine
What wonderful things, these words of mine.
~Bane