Open Poetry #1 |
December 30, 1997 |
Brianne New Member
since 1999-07-14
Posts 6Boston, MA |
Sleep, The most precious blesing bestowed from God The doorway to the soul of the imagination The cliff from which you fall and slip beneath the clouds of reality A blessing for those without sin? A priceless gift for the untainted? The dream-catcher transforms from friend to foe The yearning to feel his embrace again Instead, A shadow haunts An unfamiliar silohette in a cracked doorway A demonic eye intimidates the gaurdian angels Footsteps match the rythmic heart Peace becomes aggression A caress becomes a blow Tears swallow laughter Screams match those of the terrified angels The carpet of reality slams you The evil slithers away Leaving the venomous, bloody wound Brianne |
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DreamEvil Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 2396 |
The flow of Darkness from begining to end is a little choppy, smooth the transition and I think it would flow better. All in all, a marvelous piece. ------------------ Being paranoid is the biggest reason I'm still around to practice my paranoia. DreamEvil© |
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blueloon Member
since 1999-07-07
Posts 161NY |
I can not stop the tears that flow from my eyes. You plucked a sensitive string within. Thank you for saying what I can not. blueloon |
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