Dark Poetry #3 |
Serpents Tongue |
Sikanda Member
since 2002-10-08
Posts 54 |
False words spilling from a venomous tongue, all sugary sweet, all golden light Now the hand is not to be poised to strike, but what happens when the poison is drawn? I say to you listen and laugh Listen and laugh to it all You can say to yourself you don't give a damm, their words are false and you see right through but what happens when others are so blind? Believing the lies spouting from the mouth of a snake Surely the lowest of the low The people you love are blindfolded, wandering in the dark, so innocent looking as lambs to a slaughter, so willing to believe the false ones words, but what can you do when you have given up hope? Your doubts flood you in a torrential downpour, letting nothing else through the poisonous darts hit a target in your heart, and the Serpent has finally won Untruths become Truths you can't distinguish fiction from fact And the world sees you as the evil one. [This message has been edited by Sikanda (10-10-2002 04:19 PM).] |
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PoeticGoddessOfDepression Member
since 2002-07-02
Posts 439I am everywhere |
This is a side written of life, that i know so well, but have not read until now... but i am very glad i did. except a spelling error or two.. this is perfect. |
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Kodoku New Member
since 2002-10-08
Posts 5 |
i'll go with PoeticGoddessOfDepression. Perfect, except for a few spelling mistakes. I like. ^_^ |
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Sikanda Member
since 2002-10-08
Posts 54 |
Sorri about the spelling errors. I was trying to finish typing it before the bell rang. Thanks for the replies. |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
BIG WELCOME, Sikanda! Wow ... I loved this. It's got anger, depth and good insight. And the writing, I can see, is accurate and just dense enough to obscure ... and cast light. Oh yeah, I like this! |
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Sikanda Member
since 2002-10-08
Posts 54 |
Looking this poem over I realize that it can have a lot of meanings. My original intent was to show the situation between me and my soon-to-be stepmother but as with most of my poems it ends up meaning more. I love symbolism. |
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