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Dark Poetry #5

Bluesy of the Scarlet Nights

Bluesy Socrateaser
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since 2002-11-07

Posts 2417
In The Mirror

0 posted 2014-02-23 07:41 AM

not an unfamiliar sound
though I can't place the face

I know the impression
of a heavy step

a quickened heart
in 4/4 time

I have seen the glistening
of moonlight on cold steel

how it cuts through dark nights
...with surgical precision

warm and thick
flowing in rivers

egyptian cotton
pooled and rumpled

a soft breeze wafting
over it's edge

a stifled cry
a brief ecstasy

then darkness
grows darker still

at last...
she has come home to me

...just bein' Bluesy

[This message has been edited by Bluesy Socrateaser (02-23-2014 08:51 AM).]

Boomer Styles
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since 2014-03-02

Posts 194
South Side Of Success

1 posted 2014-03-03 08:14 PM

You killed her to bring her home to you? How utterly romantic. Well crafted tale of blood lust that strains to permeate a PG-13 rating.

...Boomer

One ladle serves the soup that feeds the mouths of the many. Is there one in your hand?

DaysofView
Member

since 2014-04-01

Posts 433
Just A Slice Of The Pie

2 posted 2014-04-01 11:53 PM

eww!

To call oneself a poet is a vain remark indeed. After you're dead, let others eulogize you as such if they feel you are worthy.

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