Dark Poetry #3 |
Exploring the Attic |
Annie Junior Member
since 2003-07-23
Posts 42Seattle, WA |
It creep’s It crawl’s ever so carefully through my brain. Eight legs in slow motion waiting. I dare not fear I must not move. The deadly bite soon will come bring haunting pain. Broken webbed memories closing around me. There is no serum to erase the past. (Annex) Crawl carefully through my brain my friend I only took a needle to mend. "Well I know, these voices must be my soul." -Dave Matthews- |
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mysticpoe Senior Member
since 2003-02-28
Posts 883 |
Very nicely done!! mysticpoe If nothing is something |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Almost like a trap. Nice write. GIS a trickle of music from a well |
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Annie Junior Member
since 2003-07-23
Posts 42Seattle, WA |
A trap, a viscous circle . . . a warning. "Well I know, these voices must be my soul." -Dave Matthews- |
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ClaptonsLayla New Member
since 2003-08-02
Posts 5 |
Simply written yet well set out. I like this piece and the end sting. This is an all round good one. |
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Ankaria Junior Member
since 2003-07-26
Posts 35Sask. Canada |
I like your style of writing. This poem lures you in and almost captures you from the past. I like it . Ankaria |
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eor Senior Member
since 2002-09-26
Posts 959blues & greys |
nice write, enjoyed the style of 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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