Dark Poetry #3 |
In My Little Place {older one too, 1998} |
alibaster Member
since 2001-07-07
Posts 299In my own private hell...(PA). |
IN MY LITTLE PLACE I can smell the must odors of dead a rotting flowers. I am here in my little place. Here with out a face. I can hear the worms crawl in my little place, so small. My eyes are sewn with golden stitch here in the blackest pitch. They have touched my cold lips with their finger tips. They have said their pathetic prayers as I have endured all their stares. I am here in my little place wishing I could spit in each sympathetic face. I despise these hypocrites, "these pathetic little ****s!" Do not leave your flowers. Do not speak your words of peace. Just pass on by and do not cry. Leave me to my own demise and decrease. I am here in my little place. Here in my coffin lined with lavender lace. Lower the sod and dirt for I wish no longer to hear your fake cries of hurt. I am here in my little place. "There is an alter ego which dwells within every soul." (C)alibaster 1999-2001 |
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leafseranade Member
since 2001-07-06
Posts 118Wisconsin, USA |
Sometimes you just wish they would all stop trying to make you feel better and then make themselves feel better. I also can't stand it when people are fake. Good poem, feelings expressed well! |
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Dark Kisses Member
since 2001-06-24
Posts 364Flat lands of Kansas |
Good write! I think we all have our own little place that helps us feel protected from the world. I know I have mine. You expressed it all so well Mags |
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