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Thorns of Blood Warped with Love
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Thorns of Blood Warped with Love |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Its only passion A need deep within the soul To live Happy, free, complete, and full, and alive To give to another And recieve by giving The thorns sit waiting, watching, mocking jealously Amused by it Like a spot of blood marked central to a pearl house Tear it open See whats inside Passionately wrapped tightly comfort lack of feelings Numb Rip it, shread it, crush it, Dying Soul colored rusty and vile dirt Her system of rank Wobbly with laughter Tear some more Its not quite dead Radiance .2 inch diameter sweating bloody red Sweet loving caring peace of mind Stationary hope Desire dropped incent passing through from this shell containing my soul and heart Coming home to either an eternal female with tickled vertebrae juicy with flames Or to GATES higher than my limits of sight. I've become an army of one with no weapons or shields No skills or training But with plenty of use The filth of being a whore [I appreciate your concern, you'll always stink and burn.]-Kurt Cobain |
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Grover Senior Member
since 2004-01-27
Posts 1967London, ON, Canada |
Well, this is an interesting poem with a surprise ending...  |
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River Senior Member
since 2003-09-16
Posts 627my own little world |
well i read this twice and i think i understand what your talking about but i'm not exactly sure... "Coming home to either an eternal female with tickled vertebrae juicy with flames" ...that's a colorful line. maybe you could e-mail me and explain? (feels dumb and confuzzled) lol, take care. - Bonnie Sue sleep my precious slumber |
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