Dark Poetry #1 |
Sorrow |
winterinblue Junior Member
since 1999-12-29
Posts 32 |
Physical pain can never cut so keen - And sharp as that which doth remain unseen. - - - In starkest night carving a roast of soul, Tucking in onions pungent, plump and whole. - - - Flesh slicing dream In silent scream - - - The abscess of the spirit to incise, For absolution, tearless torment cries. [This message has been edited by winterinblue (edited 01-02-2000).] |
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Isis Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-06
Posts 6296Sunny Queensland |
Wow!! Straight out of the olde worlds this is!! I loved it, and glad to see you weren't too graphic!! Happy New Year. At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet. (Plato) ~Isis~ (Daughter of Mystery) |
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Niemczak Member
since 1999-12-15
Posts 51 |
Awesome!!!!!! WOW!!! That was great! |
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JennyLee Senior Member
since 1999-09-01
Posts 1461Northwestern, NJ. |
Very Gothic in style. I love the point behind it and the wording Thanks for posting this one. Jennifer Love is an attempt at penetrating another being,But it can only succeed if the surrender is mutual. |
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