Critical Analysis #2 |
ok, I'm ready...and don't use vaseline |
machiner Member
since 2003-03-13
Posts 67MA, US |
So I wrote this in a fury today (and posted it to open poetry #25) and I post it here for the tearing. You'll probably figure out what is happening...and it's not pretty. But we must all own up. Self-reflection of a General sitting next to myself is reason enough for creeping fear -- bile-like and stinking, swatting at me glowing, crying on my ear. Tormented - as Poe, I have my beguiled conscience truth-telling reminding full of thorny lies I have forgot. Lies that were truth when I was taught. I thought I was beautiful -- revulsion looms up! "Keep those horrors to yourself, nasty little man" comes a dead scream horrified by itself. Forgetting to ask permission. Forests burn and grow anew men swathed tight in shiny accoutraments purport slipshod sinewey crawling glory. It is for a purpose and I am rewarded! Crying again as I reflect, next to me on this bench of none bless'd. There! reeking fresh is the death's heart lonley fetish club of flesh. The waiting line is deep but none shall keep those like me waiting. machiner |
||
© Copyright 2003 machiner - All Rights Reserved | |||
Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
(big hugggssssssss) She's right, we must keep these horrors to itself as if we dwell too much in that darker realm, we miss out on so much and can't even distinguish the lies and the truths then! (sad sigh) This is powerful, dearest friend, you have my vote, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet friend, thank you for sharing! May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
||
carol Senior Member
since 2003-01-25
Posts 624Florida USA |
very good Real friends celebrate in who we are and have faith in all that we can become |
||
⇧ top of page ⇧ | ||
All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. |