Dark Poetry #2 |
It may Change by the minute |
carolinadreams Member
since 2000-07-20
Posts 142 |
i've made it to here how strange gone looking, and here i am again ya see, i've seen it all before i've seen all the doors you take one and feel you take none a man lies dying can't commit a woman tries trying can't commit the scent of a newly touched pussy can't keep him from dying can't commit it smells of buying lita can't figure it dave found his soul august told him no what could become of something that feels dave backed out, and kept a keel august tried and even cried dave smirked with a new tide as the waters went away dave had nothing to say so the season would tend to cure dave had trouble loving anymore he went through life again tasted hell he felt the strife again tasted hell august seemed so far away he just managed to hear her say she sighed in disbelief and he cried she promised so much he awaited her touch he said he could manage but missed her menage she must've been some sort of a god because water turned into wine NO!!!! She IS an ANGEL whether dark or light depends on the life and who's sure that has mine OOPS WE MISSED MOST EVERYTHING Peace, Love, and Happiness `FOREVER' JLK |
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Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA |
WOW. Great poem. Very interesting and very true. Ronil (The sweet sound of summer sends serenity through my soul searching for that evermore solitude.) |
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Isis Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-06
Posts 6296Sunny Queensland |
Brilliant , love the way your mind ticks hon. But even we Gods, Godesses or Angels fall. The secret is to understand them, be mighty, and forgive them... Trust them again? Well that is another matter... Loved this as I do all your stuff hon Isis *I believe every time you put your words to paper, you change. Each feeling is set free, and you may follow.....* ~Isis~~Sovereign of the Spirit. |
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Deranger Member
since 2000-05-10
Posts 498Somewhere, between here and there |
Let's see...Success, Possession, Neccessity...and love...yes love. How fiting that we may rise to the stars, only to be struck down by a stray arrow, fired from some accursed sweetheart bow. Yeah, it's love... Spreading insanity, one post at a time "Way back in eighty-seven, where we bust rockstands till we get to heaven" |
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