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Suffocation |
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taramw Senior Member
since 2000-06-08
Posts 738
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Quiet desperation my heart is squeezed A terrible despair how do words describe me? This terrible feeling at the core of my soul A horrible emptiness is leaving this gaping hole I am drowning arms flailing, my eyes are wide As I sit in misery the demons no longer hide. |
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Walter Poe Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 787 |
Demons rise a sea of pain lonely nights alone again the heat draws and all alone everyone hits the bottom of stone Into the night cast off your fear day to day and year to year all we do is play the game in the end its all the same Vanguard of the New Movement Behind his polished cedar desk, surrounded by his phones, Sits Blazer Dyke(The yachting type), The vanguard of the clones. The Archetype, The number one,The vanguard of the clones. Crossing over busy street, where noisy traffic drones, Walks Blazer Dyke (without a bike), The vanguard of the clones. The autocrat, The ectomorph, The vanguard of the clones. He strides across the cobbled yard, Where pawn shops offer loans, That Blazer Dyke (Whom i dislike), The vanguard of the clones. The cannibal, The parasite, The vanguard of the clones. He passes through the wicket gate, To churhyards full of bones, That Blazer Dyke (on a midnight hike), The vanguard of the clones. The necrophile, The narcissist, The coprophage, The sybarite, The telepath, The Anti-Christ, The vanguard of the clones. Robert Rankin (The Dance of the Voodoo Handbag) |
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taramw Senior Member
since 2000-06-08
Posts 738 |
Walter... I love that! Yes, our demons do rise - at most times at an inopportune time... and I believe we have to hit "rock bottom" in order for us to "rise" again (so to speak). Yeah, I guess it is all a game... it just depends on who wins  Thank you!  |
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lotharingia Senior Member
since 2000-06-04
Posts 897saarbruecken, Germany |
Well, I'm not going to burst into song like Walter did I'll stick to prose for now. I love the descriptiveness in this poem, the stifling feeling it conveys, the emptiness of despair when we are at our weakest ... I also like Walter's beautiful but defeatist reply, though! Isn't it nice when we inspire each other?! Lotharingia "For God's sake, he's a poet. Poets are meant to feel miserable. Otherwise, what the hell are they here for? What are they going to write about?" Tom Holland |
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