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turpentine and kerosene |
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stupefied Junior Member
since 2003-04-26
Posts 12dead america |
I remember the night you came to me there was a flash of blinding light and then you were there you beckoned me from my room out into the night saying “ssshhh..don’t make a sound” your hands were cold as cold as ice your eyes like bullets shooting through the night you came to me and without a question I trusted you you pulled my hand pulled me through the darkness only a single beam to guide our way until you stopped abruptly it was a parking lot the bulb flickered in an old street lamp there was nobody there but us you shattered the glass and stepped through reached up to touch the top of the door the hallways smelled of kerosene of turpentine the floor nearly glowed you walked down the winding paths of the halls and like a lost kitten I followed you helplessly until we reached the point in which all paths met and the floor was sort of greased and there were people four people standing there and you talked but I didn't listened I was scared now I could tell what was going on and my heart nearly stopped beating as I looked down towards my feet and noticed a pile of dirty rags torn shirts and pieces of tablecloth all soaked with turpentine and this was it the moment of realisation and I couldn't move couldn't think couldn't see until I heard someone scream "run...get out now!" and there were flames and I was scared until I saw your hand reach out like an umbrella to the heated rain I grasped your fingers and we ran I never quite knew what was happening until it did it happened but the flames caught up with us and the walls screached and screamed and I was gone I couldn't see couldn't feel but I could smell and I could breath and it was horrible and I remember thinking "this must be hell" and hours later I awoke to clean sheets and a beeping machine and I screamed "where did he go?" and I could see the tears in their eyes and my mother softly whispered and I was numb and I screamed again but this time it was from the pain of losing you she said "hunny, he died in the attempt to save your life" and I nearly died right then and there and that was all you were gone and I was here and this is what life was and this is what death was turpentine and kerosene bandages and bleeding wounds and you were gone and I was here "sticks and stones are hard on bones aimed with angry art...words can sting like anything but silence...SILENCE BREAKS THE HEART... |
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Mysteria 
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Wow that is one gripping story poem, well done! |
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j-oh-E Member
since 2003-05-01
Posts 59Texas, USA |
You're awesome. What is poetry if doesn't hold someone's attention right? |
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qtpieelmo Senior Member
since 2000-07-04
Posts 989Sesame Street :) hee hee ,NY |
WoW  , this was great!! Long, but it kept me on the edge of my seat the whole time & still after it was all done, I wanted to hear more! Share more soon!!   ELMO "No man is EVER worth my tears, and the one who is, will never make me cry!" [This message has been edited by qtpieelmo (05-06-2003 11:23 AM).] |
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Janette
since 2001-07-20
Posts 2843Chicagoland for now |
BRAVO! |
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xmutexelationx Junior Member
since 2003-05-16
Posts 15AmongstTheCharredFieldsOfSnow |
Abby!!! Hi! It's Sara... I dunno if you knew or not. First I saw your signature, and I'm thinkin Hmm.. this is familiar. And Then.. I saw your e-mail address in your PIP profile thing... and I'm like...hey, i have to know this person from somewhere.. Anyhow, This is one of the preittiest things i've read from you. I was so shocked too! Half way though I was thinking about my reply and things like beautiful love story and such, but then I'm like... woah. And then I got somewhat confused, with the room, and the people, but that made it even better because it puts the reader in the same state as "you" were: unsure of exactly what was going on. This is brilliant. Very tragic, though... tough love, I guess? Well, I luff yah! Keep On Writing.. I love reading you.  ..sara "Actions speak louder than words will ever. So I will show you my sincerity in the shape of my still beating heart" |
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BrokenDreams Member
since 2003-02-09
Posts 425In The Clouds |
This is soo good. I was on the edge of my seat the whole time, always wanting to know what was about to happen. This is a prime example of good poetry. my god I sound like a teacher. LoL. Anyway, it's definetly going in my library. Jenni Every oak tree started out as a couple of nuts who stood their |
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