Dark Poetry #3 |
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the things you do drive me away |
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Long Island Slim New Member
since 2002-12-12
Posts 4 |
Fly the crazy flag. Make me jealous, hag. Slam doors on my hands. Open drawers, shoot rubber bands in my eye. Scissors in my thigh. Kill babies, kiss dogs with rabies. One thousand yesses, but their all maybes. Why love, why? Strangle memories till they're blue. Say my friends are all against you. Burn my cash. Hide my hash. Let your legs go prickly. As our love grows sickly lurching into doorways, you invent more ways to drive me away. Yet i stay. |
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LADY_DEATH Member
since 2002-11-29
Posts 105Fl |
Welcome to Passions.I really loved this poem, it shows that not all relationships are as happy and romantic as some people may think.Well done! |
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Midnitesun![]()
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Masochism perhaps? A good venting write. Welcome to Passions! |
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Rainbowdust Member
since 2002-12-05
Posts 320Sydney, Australia |
It's never as simple as it appears, is it? I loved this one too, especially the way you broke up "rubber bands/in my eye." The soul would have no rainbows, had the eyes no tears. |
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