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The Deed is Done.
Contributed by
FleurdeSang
on
Friday, 2nd December 2005 @ 03:55:33 PM in AEST
Topic:
anguished
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My brain has been reduced to a bloody heap,
These 90 pound hammers are still ravaging my temples,
Leaving only faint whispers of a last contemplation,
“Will I live, now that I’m dead?”
Today is one of those days where time doesn’t have a number nor face,
Only long periods of the same solitude…
It’s after yesterday and before tomorrow
A little in between prison hours and non-existence
Everything is
W H I T E
Untainted. Celestial. Eternal.
((((Resonating emptiness))))
Even me.
I am one with nothing and enjoy the feeling
of feeling
nothing.
My fingers are a deep blue, {so much like your eyes…}
They tremble and quiver {so much like my thighs…}
Of this coldness that seems to be wherever I go {so much like our love…}
The deed is done.
My hands are twitching like leaves that just won’t fall,
Body tremulous and synchronized with everything that is dying…
I don’t know why it had to come to this
I can’t think of one reason why you did it
I won’t cry… {you promised…}
I hate this skin,
Mirrors shattered as a last attempt to destroy who
I am
you…
Tenderly chained
rose of ebony corruption,
Beautifully tragic and embellished with thorns around her heart
Like a well-decorated concentration camp
///I’m my own Hitler///
Just like daddy taught her to be…
Dissolved decay, fly-nibbled sockets,
Deceptions still clinging to your calloused lips,
Mine own convulse with the words I wish to spit at you,
Words painted with colors that never lie
Green. Red. Blue.
I am weeping again {you promised me you wouldn’t!}
And all I want to do is
-kill-
-you- -like- -you- -killed-
-me-
So
Die
please,
just wither away into
Nothing ever mattered
Copyright ©
FleurdeSang
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2005-12-02 15:55:33]
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Re: The Deed is Done.
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by brokenandinlove16 on
Friday, 2nd December 2005 @ 04:09:04 PM AEST
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wow that really powerful! u write amazing things... keep me coming back to read more... thanks... sry bout ur pain!
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Re: The Deed is Done.
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by AnastasiaN on
Friday, 2nd December 2005 @ 05:12:58 PM AEST
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| wow i can't even begin to understand what you're going thru but i really hope that thru writing you're able to deal with it in a productive way. take care of yourself. great poem. |
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Re: The Deed is Done.
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by bobotheclown on
Friday, 2nd December 2005 @ 07:57:42 PM AEST
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Wow Stephy what a emotional write I hurt
just reading this, however I think you made a
wise decision because from what you've told
me about your dad he doesn't seem like the
type of person you want to be around. I don't
have any other words to say my dear, but if
you were near I would wrap you in a large
embrace.
*hugs*
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Re: The Deed is Done.
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by SensitiveSoAbused on
Friday, 2nd December 2005 @ 08:15:06 PM AEST
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Siiiggghhhh....... (st) :(
*I say not a word as I envelop you in the security of myself*
It tears me apart.
Witnessing you anguished.
I completely empathise.
Battling with yourself over something that you never wanted to admit could ever happen. Where you refuse to let go of the sparkling dreams and longings of a childhood never experienced, but lusted for.
Yearning counterattacks reasoning. A cataclysmic combustion of brain vs. heart...
And with it you die. Leave existance by slow and forceful shredding through a metal grate. Fading away is coveted. A blind ignorance of what you can not stop staring at.
I can not let myself feel bad for not being able to help you. I know I can do nothing but all I can. And so I am all to an application of myself for your means.
Better out than in, Honey.
In this I am glad of it. In all I am breathtakingly proud of you for what you have managed to do, for the distance you have come from crawling.
I sing and shout with joy to witness such active growth of the little girl of my strong woman...
Forever I shall be at your side for all you need.
Abandon these regrets and hesitations. Free this sorrow from the prison of an anguished soul.
I am the father you never had.
Not the one who has forsaken you.
Open yourself to me. Kiss me deeply with your arms around me and my hands in your hair, so I may absorb the bitterness of your anguish through the sweetness of your lips.
I absolve you of it.
It is mine now, and recycled to greater love towards you through my hands and eyes...
Rest Easy, Querida.
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Re: The Deed is Done.
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 3rd December 2005 @ 08:18:32 AM AEST
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(((((((Stephy)))))) so sorry 4 your pain a most provacitive poem . . .
Ben |
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