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For_Never Member
since 1999-10-27
Posts 125Cincinnati, oh, United States of America |
In the darkness of my heart, I see a new horizen.... With the shadows hid inside.. The truth becomes binding Night inside my head black, and yet I still can see... Is this Beast inside my head? ....or is it really me? And that Darkness the fless from my soul is sanity and I can think of nothing.. Quills of terror build up inside.. I cannot hold it forever.. eternity is in my mind.. could you ever love her? tearing my soul up with her laugh.. could anything replace her? Come inside, I let you in invitation to stay is offered do not mind the orderly mess it is to be expected the fear you feel is not your own but only my intentions fear now in this world.. for truth is only an invention Edward A. Beerman 11-96 |
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Very well done. The opening line is a killer. Good job. ------------------ Michael Anderson Is all that we see or seem but a dream within a dream? |
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JennyLee Senior Member
since 1999-09-01
Posts 1461Northwestern, NJ. |
I agree w/Micheal...and may I add the last stanza rocks!!!! Jenny |
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Systematic Decay Senior Member
since 1999-09-15
Posts 1301That place with padded walls and funny people in white......... |
Personally, I like Quills of terror, and definitely agree that truth is only an invention. ------------------ "Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage." -Billy Corgan- |
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Watcher666 Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 1606 |
Liked this much!!! ------------------ Illusion...what we see and what we do...it's all up to you. |
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For_Never Member
since 1999-10-27
Posts 125Cincinnati, oh, United States of America |
Thank you all, this is one my personal favorites. It was one of the first poems I wrote just to write. I started writing poetry a an emotional slough. Well, not exactly....but before I wrote for that reason I was just placing rhymes together in a string of nonsence...but this poem was at the time the one that captured my spirit, and for told a little of what I had inside me. I found out at first I could only write when it was ready to come out.. but the more I allowed it to use me as a medium..the more I could release it upon will.. again, thanks Edward A. Beerman ------------------ For a fateful night of passion, since my heart need one last vent, I believe I am willing to pay that black widows rent... |
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Isis Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-06
Posts 6296Sunny Queensland |
You blow me away my friend  ------------------ Through poetry my heart and soul truly sing... ~Isis~ (Daughter of Mystery) |
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