Dark Poetry #4 |
Traipsing The Personal Prodigy |
Hollow_Emptiness Senior Member
since 2004-02-01
Posts 715New Zealand |
In the sheltered black overcoat, Soaked through and through Hair plastered to your face, And eyes closed. In the worn out skin, The too small shoes Lips murmuring a song, That was forgotten once When the moon went blue. The blood red rain, Pours over the porcelain hands Gripping the spaces between the fingers, And squeezing nothing tight to your chest. Hold the flesh back, Innocently seeking the jaded yellow of a dying sun A dying one White confession, truth fading past. Admitting the pain of scalp against drumstick thought’s Breathe more alone, as the footsteps Traipse the pavement home again, Drifting buckwheat eyes. Another walks close; hold’s the blood red hand, Dries the black tears, looks at the blue moon, Admires the yellow sun and adds his own white confession, To yours. Yeah, sure, love. "Why are my visions so unliving with dreams? And why do I no longer care?" - Stygian |
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silhouetted Senior Member
since 2004-01-30
Posts 537New Zealand |
wow wow the imagery in this one about the red rain and the porcelain? i saw a porcelain hand with blood rain dripping off it through the fingertips.... quite an experience i havent had before. it has awoken something within me. butiful "When i close my eyes, i remember how to smile, under my umbrella im an accomplished exile..." |
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aussie teen Member
since 2003-09-27
Posts 396Australia |
this is beautiful...... your imagery is amazing.. i too had images of a porceline hand with blood like rain dripping over it..... absolutely aazing...... keep up the work.... Ruth live life as if your going to die tomorow....... but love as if your going to live forever...... |
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~K~ Member
since 2004-07-27
Posts 148 |
I have to agree that this is REALLY cool. |
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Hollow_Emptiness Senior Member
since 2004-02-01
Posts 715New Zealand |
Thanks I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad. The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had. - Gary Jules, Mad World. |
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