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lucifersrightarm
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0 posted 2017-05-25 10:33 AM

Hello everyone

My girl got me into poems, and she left me a mystery I still have not solved till today. I've been looking for so long but I just can't find it.

She said 3 keywords which will lead me to a poem

1) Atticus (Which stands for atticus poetry)

2) E.H. (Initials I guess)

3) 13 (number of poem perhaps?)

Long story short, I'm trying to get her back with this particular poem, it means a world to me, I hope it will to her aswell. I don't have enough knowledge to find it, been looking forever. If you know something about it, everything is welcome. Thank you

Just a man madly in love

Bluesy Socrateaser
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since 2002-11-07

Posts 2417
In The Mirror

1 posted 2017-06-01 04:12 PM

If this is what you're looking for lucifer, here you are. Apparently, things didn't go all that well for your friend.

Atticus
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since 11-10-2005
[First Post]
0 posted 11-10-2005 06:13 AM

An ego begins to pronounce,
thriving in its own exuberance.
Gifted hands kissed by darkness,
makeshift lips mask the miles of fire.
Hell's become it's own master.
Giggling as it lashes itself for motivation.
For every smoldering tear to
break silence with the sizzle of hate,
a serpentine tongue erases existence.
Licking its wounds not to ease the pain,
but to let the salts of a cavernous bare trap
drip into the slit of man kinds comfort.

Hell itself now has its boundaries;
the human body holds timid leeway.
Nonetheless Hell still sits in love.
[edit by moderator]
with malice, and prodding a volcanic orifice.

But...

Hell wastes no time in search for corruption.
Eye's singe the theory of evil's extension.
With its goal the world; the torch has been lit.

Hell sets its path a blaze.
Shaking already burnt hands;
the grinning idiot cares not of its
selfish and sadistic hypocrisy.
Smiles for the camera *Flash*
yet somehow you've missed the shot.
The cameras batteries explode;
more skeptical of your leader than you.

Corners of his mouth erratic.
His grin; tickling satanic whispers
of judgments into his own cropped ears.

You think he loves you, [edit by moderator].

Now he sits comfortable
seated upon the pinnacle of your everything.
You have elected this evil.
Allotted him his own mountain
with a magnifine glass for each hand.

He gazes now at his bubbling mirror,
in awe of self until the image melts to nothing.
Hell giggles, swimming in its own vanity.

Now they are his, they owe to him everything.
Now Tanned by his fiery tyranny,
Satan has accomplished one goal.
Now striving to raise, and Dam along
the embers of the pseudonym... Sadam.

...just bein' Bluesy

Bluesy Socrateaser
Member Elite

since 2002-11-07

Posts 2417
In The Mirror

2 posted 2018-01-30 03:44 AM

quote:
" I'm trying to get her back with this particular poem"

Well, it's been a while now...so, like...how did it go?

...just bein' Bluesy

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