Dark Poetry #3 |
mistaken |
PoeticGoddessOfDepression Member
since 2002-07-02
Posts 439I am everywhere |
(this is different...strange...i don't know) My fingers bleed- I'm working hard, my finger's to the bone. A soft coo, from someone, somewhere, but it doesn't soothe. My fingers bleed- I'm working hard, My finger's to the bone. -I would have called, and asked for help, But I knew that you weren't home. A sigh of relief comes from me, but nothing here is done. My fingers bleed, I'm, working hard, my fingers to the bone. I would have called and asked for help, but I knew that you weren't home. -I cry out loud, I'm suffering... all of you have mistaken me! "Your suffering will free you." |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
Hey Sara! look what I found. Wonder why this went by the board with no replies? A bump should help |
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Lexy Senior Member
since 2003-01-28
Posts 1038California |
hmmm..very good, I in love with this piece. I love when "weird" thoughts just come to you, its great eh? made for an amazing poem. ~Lex... |
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eor Senior Member
since 2002-09-26
Posts 959blues & greys |
good write, different, kind of speratic(sp?) thoughts comming back around, but i liked it... "in a past life i was a woodcarver's knife: the sharpend blade of a wood cutter, the eldest son of the chief's brother: a maker of drums" |
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