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One Hundred and Eighty |
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ChemicalRepose Member
since 2004-03-28
Posts 102 |
Visualizing your friction Contemplating your fiction but who am i to judge you? Who are you to create the past? Fast alive and beneath your circle I am within your vortex Falling down like the dumb genius within Consequently falling down the black path of imaginative colors I shall care not about your heaven, nor hell Schizophrenia within your prophet-able neglection Taking your mental patience out, like an earthquake catastrophe Full of hate and destruction, I will bring you down again Lustful and full of lust, sin-onum for your classic story of rape Countering your soul within a memory, blocking your judgment from fantasy I will take you down like the cruci-fiction you claimed Mothers resentment within your head, and blindly force you to your end Lie, cheat, cheating I feel nothing So how can I love you at all? Your nothing more then (edited) I have been pleasured to see your crooked face Black and blue and stars shaped as you Forgetfully taking you You mean too much to me I'll regretfully end you Your disarmed and morphing into a casualty Blinking, framing, changing, and betraying me Locked into your hole again I can not take you again Crowding all of my armor Blaming your terror Force pushing me away I do not believe your affection anyway Blindly lusting your only will Raping you and leaving you to burn Forgetting you as I loved you But there won't be another three hundred and sixty. [Profanity, even disguised by asterisks, are against the guidelines. Thank you for your undestanding and future compliance. Denise] [This message has been edited by Denise (04-07-2004 11:04 PM).] |
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Sadelite Member Elite
since 2003-10-11
Posts 2519 |
Chemical Repose, What you've written is very potent and passionate. I suppose I chose to lose my 360 so that I wouldn't end up 180, but it was extremely difficult;I knew if I didn't I would lose my soul--I cared too much. There are some things worth fighting for and others, well, better left behind. I never know from what point of view the poets write their poems (are the poems about themselves, others, fictional?)If this is a personal one, I wish you calm in the storm. |
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ChemicalRepose Member
since 2004-03-28
Posts 102 |
Well I write every poem from a different perspective. The meaning of this poem is very complicated... each verse is from a different perspective, the first is my opinion of religion, and the way i feel spiritually. The second is from the perspective of a higher being, if one was to exist. And it is their opinion on humanity. The third is from the eyes of a person who lives their life trying to convince you to follow their religion. The forth is from someone who freed themselves of blindly following others. And the last is from the perspective of the now freed kids family. The meaning of this goes a lot deeper than this. When I write a poem it always has multiple meanings, because I'm useually inspired by more than one thing, and all of them relate to eachother somehow. The religous meaning is only one, it also is about society, which I'll let you interpret anyway you want. |
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