Dark Poetry #4 |
Immortality Kills Me |
darkblues Junior Member
since 2007-02-20
Posts 27 |
Immortality kills me thoughts of dieing, it thrills me but I can’t so I won’t but I shall go on hunting, looking poking, searching- who am I? I’m this poem. The letters are thickets of my inspiration words; explosions of the passionary reactionary lines pigments of my orientation and the stanza, my monolithic semantic slaughter, is my world a quasi-life without the living where poppies are black and violets are grey as far as the eye can see the lakes in my world have no consequence everything is illusory- fantasy raining chards of granite cut through me sparks leave me with every impact and the swords are everywhere cutting, slicing like nails nailing. You the reader are devourers of my poetic endeavor analogous feelings like any explosions- big bang singulars viral diseases I’m spreading I’m stuck here forever And now stuck in each and everyone of you. |
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hunnie_girl
since 2006-06-18
Posts 2567Canada |
I really like this and I know everything about it. how it feels and how it would be so much easier to leave this world than to acually live it... but it isn't there is so much to live for but it all comes later... hunnie ~fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me~ |
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Rottiestyl Member
since 2007-04-19
Posts 60Illinois, USA |
where poppies are black and violets are grey as far as the eye can see That is perhaps the best two verses I have read today! Including my own. Awesome piece. |
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