Dark Poetry #4 |
Harboring Harvest Muted and Dying Angels |
green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
I’m on a trip A journey where my teeth become the floor And you pull my head through a spark Which ignites into violent razor sharp fangs Can you feel it Please tell me you feel it Sense it somehow A pulse A touch Something beautiful Dwindling away in a sardonic rot Judgmental lines A life of lies Sure sadness and petite suicide Breathe A simple breath Erotic aroma Just say love Pour out my mind A new rip from my soul But does it hurt.... Taste these words of hope Faith ever so crunchy And I chip a tooth But just the dead part falls away Off into a land And if you follow it You see a man Set in his prison Trying to see a way Punished by a foggy light That somehow blinds his eyes This sparrow if it could only see Could fly beautifully with the doves And feed off life And not be dead anymore Leave an empty grave Corruption is caused by holes in obedience to God. |
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Hollow_Emptiness Senior Member
since 2004-02-01
Posts 715New Zealand |
If Only. Last stanza was perfect. Touching poem Craig. Courtn. And the legacy runs from needles to guns |
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silhouetted Senior Member
since 2004-01-30
Posts 537New Zealand |
Can you feel it Please tell me you feel it Sense it somehow A pulse A touch Something beautiful amazing. and the last line finished it off beautifully. yeah, very touching. laura can you find me space inside your bleeding heart? |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Thank you Courtney and Laura. I feel like I've accomplished something. -GIS Corruption is caused by holes in obedience to God. |
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