Dark Poetry #3 |
Her Voice Drawn Low |
green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
A stretcher chain And bloody reign Tears by miss shes-gone-insane Feel warm love vibrate my brain Its only a hope Even a dream Maybe a wish A nightmare obsene She chases me Her heart pounds fast Blade in hand My life the past Giver of light and hope beyond I lay in a hole blood filled pond The daggers soft, oh so fond A silver ring declares our bond Of this memory fony and conned Beat and pound my body bare Trickle of blood Her red lips smirk Straps thick, a prison wall You say its love This feeling of want Needed like a cigarette On a death bed with envezema Surrendered twitch of my spine Lust and pleasing, pleased just fine A hollow body only a shell Victory slut dirty lips Dictate and rule in hell Violent shake, gentle sips Another hole this woman rips Oppinionated So go away. a trickle of music from a well |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
Woah I'm becoming a fan. |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Thanx Kaoru. Im working on it. GIS a trickle of music from a well |
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Lexia Member
since 2003-07-20
Posts 111Nowhere |
quote: I loved this part. Peaceful, yet ominous. Great work. You may only be one person to the world, but you may also be the world to one person. |
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Lexy Senior Member
since 2003-01-28
Posts 1038California |
I know that when I click to read your poem, I will never be disapointed. If its even possible it seems your getting better. |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Thanx guys. Im loving the fact that you enjoy my poetry. GIS a trickle of music from a well |
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