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Possum Junior Member
since 2001-03-20
Posts 23 |
I will write the painful words Until the letters make my eyes bleed I have seen them all before Their twisted little bodies Teasing and taunting me as they dance from line to line But I cannot stop this pen As its ink is its mind I am simply its slave Here for its pleasure For it to punish all my crimes Even if I close my eyes And break all my fingers This pen will still write And my brain, heart and soul Will feel the torture of this time |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Amazing how sometimes we think the pens and quills take on a life of their own....and we are just the conduit... but it really all stems.... from you.... |
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Celeste Senior Member
since 2000-11-11
Posts 597 |
Welcome, Possum. I missed your entrance. But I really liked this poem. Will look forward to reading more from you!  The greatest part of a writer's time is spent in reading, in order to write; a man will turn over half a library to make one book. |
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thecraig Member
since 2001-03-11
Posts 223 |
Ink cartridges are expensive. Please use the keyboard when your hand hurt's, When the words come right them . Do not try when you may churn pain & anquish.  Please take care. Your health is your healing ambition. |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
welcome to passions enjoy |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
Yes, eyes can bleed, mine have and been so bloodshot I couldn't see in front of me, but in my mind and heart the words live. It's amazing the words you wrote, they are real to me. THank you |
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