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redheart angrybraids Member
since 2000-04-16
Posts 410honolulu, hawaii 
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this is a poem i wrote back in october. The hearts of mourning have rung across my floor, the blessed beast knelt before my knee and begs of me to set him free. The love of life, my only ease, has run across the lonly seas and brings to me a fit of tease. Does thee be born as sharp as knife, as loud as horn, turn to prick my finger with thorn? The last lap of a dog is all I hear, the fire snap, the watched deer. What does this that ceases me and binds the cusp upon my sleeve? Kindly, Redheart Angrybraids |
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Elizabeth
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Member Ascendant
since 1999-06-07
Posts 6871Minnesota |
Glad you posted this, Redheart. I liked the first line. Elizabeth I'm grabbing my hat and coat I'm leaving the cat a note Quick call me a ferry boat-getting out of town! |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
A comfort that becomes torment...hmm...and is it the thing or desire that makes that so...or lack...another thoughtful piece, redheart... |
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redheart angrybraids Member
since 2000-04-16
Posts 410honolulu, hawaii |
thank you Elizabeth. You got it right on the nose serenity, my boyfriend and i had to have a healthful brake from eachother, and he was literally across the ocean in hawaii, and is the love of life in a figure of speech, (i hold my own heart at all times, but i let em touch it). All the rest is question, doubt, knowing, letting go, letting in, praying he got better. everythings cool right know, if you know what i meen. |
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