Dark Poetry #4 |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Such an innocent face Shinning dwindling facade Lovely luscious ravaging thresh A little more and... I think I'm sick Break me Break my skin Tear a hole Take this disease out of me Soft and slippery ground Holding prostitute And set her free Climbing wet Rubbery leg I think she died In this Their multitudes Spreading fast Multiplying cobwebs on my face Dying shepperd Ignorant Mistaken as free The sheep scatter Wolves await Patience Ripping me from underground Suction on my soul I want... -------------- Sewn lips and can't speak The sharp needle in your hand Dirty seeds And dirty trees Cut them limb from limb Take away the death Final breath just a little light please, like syrup or a filmy substance. [This message has been edited by green_itchy_stuff (05-28-2005 07:45 PM).] |
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EveGnosis Member
since 2002-02-21
Posts 300New York, USA |
wow,i feel like the "rusty coin butterfly" in the bottom of the well... seeing the light way up there above, and longing for it, yet feeling so weak... can i dare climb? of all the things we try to find... it's only love we keep. |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Thank you, but what exactly is a "rusty coin butterfly"? Just wondering. -GIS Satan a.k.a. The Stupid Angel |
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