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Dark Enchantress Senior Member
since 1999-07-27
Posts 1258meet Morgana |
Shattered glass scattered upon the floor, from glass figurines given to me as a child Holes punched through the walls, resembling the jagged holes in my soul Bed sheets torn by a sharp blade, the blade still being a mystery that I am unable to find Paint spattered all over the room, streaking on the walls and sinking toward the floor Blood soaking into the floor boards, from when I danced with the broken glass Set fire upon pictures and bitter memories, matching the blaze in my eyes Etching words into the tables and my chair that even I don't quite understand And the blade slips along my wrist and my blood and tears flow as one Fallen to the floor, without even realizing it Every movement long and heavy like a heartbeat and slower the pace becomes I'll wait for someone to save me I don't want to have to do it again, not again God tell me there's someone else.. send someone for me besides myself But as it all slowly fades away, strength returns to this lifeless figure And once again somehow I'm standing With the sun setting, darker and darker it becomes in this room.. And after the wounds have been patched up, never to heal After both the tears and blood have dried, for now After the mess has been cleaned up and a lie thought up for the unfixable The disappointment settles in along with the grief And still the room gets darker, much too dark to see Note: Sorry, this is kind of a wack job poem but it was...well confusing and even though some things were never meant to be understood, still I try. I hope atleast someone gets something out of it. -Allana |
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Deep Blue Me Member
since 1999-11-04
Posts 396By a big lake |
Inner rage expressed, rage at even, perhaps especially, yourself. I can't release mine, it eats me like a cancer even now. I hope you continue to post, I feel alone. DB ------------------ Right out of the grave they came and made small talk. --"In Honor of Their Daughter"-- ==John Mosher== |
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Dark Enchantress Senior Member
since 1999-07-27
Posts 1258meet Morgana |
Rage somewhat but it also has to do with the whole alone thing. It gets tiring to think that you can be near death (literally or not) and still you only have yourself. But darkness grows on you after a while. Unfortunately it also has the power to consume. Allana |
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JennyLee Senior Member
since 1999-09-01
Posts 1461Northwestern, NJ. |
The disappointment settles in along with the grief. Well Done.  Jenny ------------------ Love is an attempt at penetrating another being,But it can only succeed if the surrender is mutual. |
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Systematic Decay Senior Member
since 1999-09-15
Posts 1301That place with padded walls and funny people in white......... |
This really hits home with me......for millions of reasons.....if you read "Broken Wings" by me in OP3 you might understand a bit more.....**sigh** ------------------ Thinking is just what a great many people think they are doing when they are merely rearranging their predjudices. |
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suicidal dreams Member
since 1999-09-28
Posts 343Toledo Ohio USA |
Ahh a truly dark poem and speaks of the things many have undergone i love this one please keep them coming ------------------ life is short kill quick |
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Watcher666 Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 1606 |
Dark and painful....well done! ------------------ Illusion...what we see and what we do...it's all up to you. |
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Nothing to apologize for here, D.E., In the train wreck of emotion I call a brain, this made all the sense in the world. Good job. Michael |
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