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| Dark Poetry #1 |
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Broken Rose |
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xEmperorEmber Member
since 2000-03-28
Posts 136tx |
A broken rose has a sharper thorn An open soul saved to late Picked apart and ultimately torn I love the feel of rape You learn to hate what you love It sits before you smiling bright The dullness of an altered state The remenence of a prior life Redundancy flirting with the mind Waking up but never going to sleep Take it one knife at a time Kindred spirit falling to deep The smell of a broken rose Black and white it sits Sharper the thorns always grow A soul to tattered to stitch The final plea of a fading star When faith is gone Scattered so far apart I have to hold on Pieces of me dead beyond repair Rose pedals frozen cannot feel Lost in a peaceful forest of dispair Time forever stands still No escape... I will always be there... |
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Isis Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-06
Posts 6296Sunny Queensland |
Don't quite know what to make of this, I hope the line 'love the feel of rape' refers to raping the soul or mind, not the body? Excellent musings  A heart and soul are not judged by how much you love, but by how much you are loved by others... ~Isis~ (Goddess - Sovereign of the Spirit) |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
I don't know what to make of it either, but Dear God, I hope I never reach this pinnacle... it did make me think.... Kathleen |
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