Dark Poetry #3 |
Snow on Saturday |
xkiss_me_hardx Junior Member
since 2003-07-08
Posts 13 |
This poem is called snow on saturday. This poem doesn't have blood and guts in it but it comes somewhat close. This actually is a song that I wrote, parts of it are meant to be screamed and parts are meant to be whispered but it doesn't really matter for these purposes. It's a poem about when you find that one person you truely care about and they were just using you and rip your heart out. such a pure pale day with the world covered in white innocence I've brushed hands with hell before but I have never held such a frosty glare or touched unimpassioned pallid flesh look into the stars, and wish for your most benevolant desires, on the first and brightest eyes u see. Have u ever seen a dead body? half buried in the virgin snow as if it could cover the injustice and guilt souls starring from frozen glass balls and sin as blurry as the clouds overhead, I don't know what I want from you? except maybe listless sleeping nightes where we won't forget a lasting embrace. Mortals are dead before birth still born souls in hateful shells carefully... lusting tasting a pefect pair of lips as she reaches deep into your chest, gripping as if she has only one life to steal and with one maelevolant wrench... look at the snow as it falls on saturday morning |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
I really like this! I like the images you created to get your point across and the pain. This also showed a bit of hope that there is good after things end. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
The ones I really like are the ones that are so sincere but they were using you all along...and you want to believe them so bad that you set yourself up...James |
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eor Senior Member
since 2002-09-26
Posts 959blues & greys |
great choice of words, i liked this alot... "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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