Dark Poetry #2 |
Bathe in Dry Waters |
forever_unforgiven2 New Member
since 2001-01-05
Posts 4 |
Bathe in Dry Waters The water's dried Now lays spotted on the surrounding tiles I remoisturize them with my tears, my fears Silence, my strongest weakness, weakest strength Solicit among the close of plastic curtains Sold, yet transparent, a refection of my wilted self I dwell in my own soundproof dimension An extension An escape This tub overflows the filthy blood I shed unto which you swallow Meloncholy midnights inhabit thy sanctuary Saturated sadness intwine its walls The waterfall cascades my empty body I feel clean... For a while It is here where I catch a glimse of my unknown self Here where I hold this pen Black ink devouring my emotions henceforthe vomiting the overbearing root to words Fire drowning the unseen pipes, Waiting to exert itself through metallic holes sufferingly controlling its current In solitude I lay upon the solidified cold, Curtains closed Unexposed Concealed from all earthly illusions of life of love of death and hate I see both world's at once More real is the one within these curtains I like it |
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dragonpoe Senior Member
since 2000-11-12
Posts 608Palm Bay, Florida |
and you, a wounded soul? So much pain and frustration in this piece, ouch! You write well, letting the emotions guide your pen and holding no restraint, I will be looking forward to reading many more pieces of yours. With the word, I am mighty, with the pen I am free.. dragonpoe |
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