Open Poetry #29 |
naturally ungraceful |
pandonov Member
since 2003-10-03
Posts 478b/w conscience and insolence |
the land broken by empty voices, the sounds and their confusions, the fallow, the ramble, the crying abnormality of illusions, the time and its children uncreated… fear cuddled in synthetic faith blown beyond its wildest dreams. dragged under-where the body needs no soul, for worms to feast on waste |
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ecrivan Member Elite
since 2001-12-10
Posts 3923my own state |
definitely a desolate landscape painted here which could be seen in a larger context of verse that would show other moods, nice use of imagery and diction [This message has been edited by ecrivan (10-27-2003 11:18 PM).] |
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Aenimal Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-18
Posts 7350the ass-end of space |
fear cuddled in synthetic faith blown beyond its wildest dreams well you know i l@ved this |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I'm becoming a fan |
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s1nfully_1nn0c3nt Senior Member
since 2003-10-26
Posts 1105Watertown, NY |
Deep~!~ Theres No Other Word That Can Describe Your Poem I'd Rather Be Hated For Who I Am Then Loved For What I'm Not~!~ |
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