Dark Poetry #4 |
a dozen wounded (for the stars will strike) |
Mad_Hatter Member
since 2003-06-29
Posts 393Canada |
A dozen wounded on the floor She’s not carrying these glass shards Anymore… Tonight, I found you stretched Across the sky The windows closed No blood in sight For the stars will strike… A frozen lover at my front step A viceroy will descend the stairs Cover up your eyes… She will stay, just fine I need now more What we could never find Viceroy, viceroy Why do you cry so? Spread your wings Flail and die so? |
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EveGnosis Member
since 2002-02-21
Posts 300New York, USA |
"tonight i found you stretched across the sky". great lines! also "no blood in sight for the stars will strike, a lover at my front step". powerful! too bad i found my "you" across the concrete sky. loved this! i'll always need a friend, one i can defend. |
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Hollow_Emptiness Senior Member
since 2004-02-01
Posts 715New Zealand |
Why do you cry so? Spread your wings Flail and die so? Sigh. Sad and beautiful. Brilliant. Hollow. 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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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Ryan, this is amazing, beautiful constructed writing. |
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