Dark Poetry #3 |
I dreamt a black dream, a dream of death |
Paragon Member
since 2003-02-16
Posts 114 |
Ephemeral hauntings from an infinitesmal spectre cloaking his presence with ethereal effluvium asphyxiating my senses, catalysts for depravity decussated lacerations caterwaul vermillion as I plummet to the floor, my eyes a vacuous white debilitated unable to disreguard his call and languidly he came, to alleviate my pain a tingling inebriation consumed my body as pulsing flashes of vacancy filled my sight intermittently the flashes slowed and the void crept in like black ink spilled on paper. |
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River Senior Member
since 2003-09-16
Posts 627my own little world |
this seems very interesting, but i find it hard to understand all of the big words such as; languidly, ethereal, effluvium...ect. maybe i'm just a stupid highschooler, but, i'm wondering if you used too many big words? well, whatever. it's your poem, i'm sure if i where smart enough to just look them up i wouldnt be saying all this, lol...so i'll just shut up now, lol, but like i said, it looks interesting. groovy "The Red, it filters through" - Chevelle |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Fortunate that such a visitation would be ephemeral. The title drew me in, as it was so very "Poe-like"--and the impending doom and tone of suffocation spoke of an anxiety attack to me. But then? smile, with me it's relative. Damned near everything speaks to me of anxiety. Try a bit of St. John the Conqueror and a nice Van Van bath with seasalt. So sayeth the witch. |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Paragon: sounds like you checked out there for a sec *smile* nice writing xxoo |
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mysticpoe Senior Member
since 2003-02-28
Posts 883 |
Great last line for this very interesting and cradled write. Creative gesture and stimulating. Enjoyed. mysticpoe If nothing is something |
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Tourniquet Junior Member
since 2003-09-18
Posts 13 |
I really liked this.. a Fade to Black type of feeling, of settling unconciousness...of dying. Almost like Im rotting away before my very own eyes, so aware of it, yet unable to change the fact. Nice write. |
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