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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855
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I wrote this one at least a year and a half ago. I still think it's my best. It actually got published somewhere, but I'd rather not get into that, seeing as who the publisher was... Mike -scaled velvet- She told me to smile more, pray often, Kneel in the water and live. I knelt down and looked at myself; Separated lips from teeth. She told me to keep my eyes closed, Follow the act, but never, ever to lie. I prayed that night holding the clock That if god weren't dead he'd tried. Do sixteen dead apples, pits and cores Equal seventy-five nights of loving a whore? Do kisses always leave thorns or a firstborn When shackled clothes hit the floor? Did those sins and scrapes and rings through your tongue Leave your face with that cold open sore? Do one million heartbeats and seven trillion breaths Leave you any less dead at the door? No. No, she said. |
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Corazon Senior Member
since 2000-02-02
Posts 1209 |
ok I agree, this is exceptional, I can't say "best" cause I love everything you write...but this talks to my soul, whew- mike, your poetry is....hmmmm don't have the word...electric I guess....it takes energy to read it and understand, but the understanding gives the energy back....great stuff! |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
 !!!She said burn ... together. |
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