Dark Poetry #4 |
Accordian Folding |
inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
These halls of walls are screaming there is no art here poetry does not write, it merely richochets on barewhite fences that grow and encircle me this voice is drowning; a soul withering into a hollow pocket as an according is folding, there is no air here; just black deadweight smoke smothering fumes of enclosure; let me out over the wind i run; i scream will you hear my echo if i leap? [This message has been edited by inkedgoddess (04-29-2004 07:35 AM).] |
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bklynboy Senior Member
since 2002-12-15
Posts 660florida |
This is different |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
thanks babe for pulling me up for air |
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mysticpoe Senior Member
since 2003-02-28
Posts 883 |
This is outstanding, for it delves. Reaching deep within. Touching that plane other than the normal. Where others avoid because it's not. Bravo!! Great write. wayne If nothing is something |
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