Dark Poetry #4 |
A Cure For Stone Cataracts |
Triskaidekaphobia Member
since 2003-02-05
Posts 251In a state of disrepair... |
On the beach the ice does grate across the pebbled palate of the sands its viscous taste is settled there and when you walk the sands your tongue will taste the metal tang. On the ice the snow does drift upon the ridged lips of its face its silent sound a dagger fall and when you brave the ice your ears will hear its barren bark On the waves the hail does flay the obese body of the sea its glacial knife is plunged in quick and when you breath the waves your skin will feel its expert thrust This dream is only left for those: Where skin is burned; healed thick. Where eyes are cataracts of stone. Where core is empty as the sky. Where no fire burns in afterglow upon the retina of the soul.... "And the sun went down, and the stars came out far over the summer sea, But never a moment ceased the fight of the one and the fifty-three." [This message has been edited by Triskaidekaphobia (05-20-2004 09:15 AM).] |
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River Senior Member
since 2003-09-16
Posts 627my own little world |
hey, not bad! I found myself addicted and hanging on to every word of this. intruiguing, good imagery =). - River Running out of pain |
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