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Riley 
since 2002-07-18
Posts 1038in the pouring rain 
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diamonds rest in the black eyes broken by the glass bottle its the flesh that is only cut never my words that tell you deciet tears burn acid rocks into the ground my grasp on the bar grows older and it holds the meaning of a bloody tide on the shore Windows stained with the fog, words written in by a girl. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
its the flesh that is only cut never my words that tell you deciet =========================== my grasp on the bar grows older and it holds the meaning of a bloody tide on the shore =========================== powerful mix of angsty emote and imagery... a haunting surreal write, well done poetess Riley. You're the best I've ever felt ... |
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Riley
since 2002-07-18
Posts 1038in the pouring rain |
Janet Marie: thanks for replying  , glad u liked.luv riley Windows stained with the fog, words written in by a girl. |
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Local Parasite
since 2001-11-05
Posts 2527Transylconia, Winnipeg |
This is interesting, Riley. Difficult to understand, but I'm going to try... Judging from your title, this poem is about helplessness... your grip on the bar grows older, your tears burn acid rocks into the ground, and only the flesh is cut... it's a kind of struggle you describe, isn't it? A struggle to understand, to see, to listen... and to actually comprehend the meaning of the bloody tide on the shore. Fascinating... and pure imagination... this is the kind of writing I love to read from you, Riley Leanne... stuff that just captures and captivates me like I know you can. You've got talent, that's for sure... Parasite Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world. |
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