Open Poetry #21 |
Rorschach's Test |
serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
I am squib of too intense bleeding black blood on parchment pressured scribe who makes not sense seraphim without compense words in pour concealed by flood-- a blot of thought that bleeds black blood... What was cry of innocence, becomes a shadow charcoaled dark. What was seriph in detail-- weeps the test of Rorschach's lark. I am just like you--in bleed. I'm whatever you might see... see the forest through the trees?-- chop the chain of pain--release... [This message has been edited by serenity (07-22-2002 11:30 PM).] |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
I like it. Cold hands means a warm heart |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
Richly "inked" Richly "liked" ~wranx The shortest distance between two points... |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
serenity You are much more than black...you are colored in my mind with tints and shades of mostly bright and shining true. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
oh my...I did it again...posted before it was done. (Yep, I'm the type that pops the toaster to see how the toast is doing...lol) thanks good poet people...and I'll try to inhibit my urge to edit. |
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