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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Shredded silently summers promise gone, Instant photographs spill out on the floor, Scissors anticipating something done Anything destructively something more. Paper, plastic, cloth, and anything found, Crossing tempered steel honed so very fine, Pounded into wood and plunged into ground, Broken on concrete and thrown into brine. As memories burn quickly into ash, Dying flames retreating from the shadows Singular steel recovered from a stash. There’s chill to the wind rushing in windows. Cycle completed and started once more, Each restarting circling as did before. Gloom |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
Promises Holding onto shredded past Aching fingers, sharpened mind Sorrow thoughts what doesn't last Only shadows does one find. Cycling wheels, the season's gone Of Summer's wants, Falls rushing in Touch not the soul, to come undone That warmth of hands withholding sin. Comes around, that face in dark Silhouetted, shadows walk Once-met timing, caught off-guard Words in print becomes shared talk. Promises suspend in holding Leafing out, treasure's unfolding. Edie ScissorsHands....*s "The worst prison would be a closed heart". |
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