Open Poetry #25 |
Irreverence |
just a junkie Member
since 2003-03-04
Posts 53 |
Irreverence Propped against daggared pillows On a bed of Boiling acid Irreverence lives Inside the walls Infecting the occupant inside Do not inhale the Poisoned air Which fornicates in Hell Ptomaine scented candles Have their own way Of making life Worth dying The wallpaper Sheds some tears each night And Humms to The wordless songs Inside my Disgrace. Just a Junkie |
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GG Member Elite
since 2002-12-03
Posts 3532Lost in thought |
this is so powerful and vivid. I read it earlier and liked it but couldn't decide what to say. Still not quite sure... but I like it in a pained and grimacing kind of way. Always, Alyssa - And so it was that time stood still - |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Junkie - powerful write here - I got the feeling that I couldnt breathe here - stifled up within myself - held captive by me - awesome and utterly painful xxoo |
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