Dark Poetry #4 |
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Writhing in Pain |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
(Stretch the word "loser" out as a background for the first line.) -------------------------- [Loser] Perk and plant sowing seeds of hate I just want to write Can you hear what I say sight All of Heaven's angels watching Their eyes alone fierce mountains Wait Like a volcano I'm the pizza guy and they watch over Dreamy bedlands missile toes Sara Bouquet of deep maroon red roses Beneath on the plastered shine table bright white light Its pure white Heavy smooth stones placed in a circle around the fireplace Crisp gently burning flames Spill A puddle of red Have compassion Uninstructed love Am I crazy? Could a shrink REALLY make a difference? Burnt ashy skull... and you don't care I’m the spirit there from Heaven Just standing in the room Music Oh, how sick? Crazy I never sleep... Its, CHEAPER, that way So what if my wings are too scratched, cut, and beat up to fly... I'll walk. |
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deadkiss Junior Member
since 2006-02-11
Posts 31washington |
i almost think you could take out the first stanza perhaps. other then that this is a great write. |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
thank you. I love being criticized by other poets. I probably won't change it, but next time I write I'll be a little more proof reading than I was this time. God bless, In Christ, -GIS So what if my wings are too scratched, cut, and beat up to fly... I'll walk. |
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