Dark Poetry #5 |
Love (And All It's Whispers) |
young_blood Senior Member
since 2003-09-19
Posts 1115Indianapolis, IN |
Love (And All It's Whispers) The night is in pursuit again, through these alleyways confined by buildings sagging like gallows in a nuclear wind. It moves quicker with steps so silent as to put a mute to shame. It's pulse becomes electric as it sways from side to side dodging delusional derelicts. The darkness swallows swollen shadows and hems my path to home. My pulse becomes electric. My lungs drink despair. The combination provides reason to move to the beat insisted by the hangman's secret. It's a violent dance. Two pulses meet, Two sparks fly. This beat becomes electric, bloated by two tangled together. The darkness and myself, sensual in all senses, becoming more so by the minute. The beat is pounding in my head though no one else seems to be moved. The night seems to insist on continuing this carnal spar. For the moment, I agree. |
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prize Member
since 2008-11-21
Posts 116 |
This is a great poem with a lot of feeling and emotion. My favorite lines: The darkness swallows swollen shadows and hems my path to home. What great writing! p |
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Def-init Member
since 2008-12-03
Posts 186Toronto, Canada |
"Two pulses meet, Two sparks fly. This beat becomes electric, bloated by two tangled together. The darkness and myself, sensual in all senses," FIRE!!!! Yo man. that was ill. Felt that a lot. |
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young_blood Senior Member
since 2003-09-19
Posts 1115Indianapolis, IN |
Thank you both. |
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XxForever.BrokenxX Senior Member
since 2008-01-20
Posts 891Neverland |
This is great, i really like it. And i absolutely love the title, it just caught my attention. Great job, {~~*~~} Emmalee Janelle |
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