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Curled Up
Contributed by
ediii
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Saturday, 24th March 2007 @ 12:17:37 AM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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Up and down and down we go
so dependant on the footage flow.
Look up to the sky and see
all the hope you're trying to flee
as it is not easy to accept
that this is as good as it will get.
That's when I swing and try to fly
and smile and cry not knowing why.
When a lonesome curled up fetus lies
and listens to the drenched soul's cries,
slightly opened is that black abyss
lined with two red patches ready to kiss
and let out a sound of bottling up
as tears make paths on the fleshy map.
No one knows and no one sees,
no one looks through walls of bliss.
So I have mastered the skill of all
and through happiness no one will fall
to the dark beneath, the dark inside
where demons deep down still hide.
In fear and pleasure they reside
feeding on that black dressed bride
with white inside and white within
she lets them live and they let her sin.
And once when no feed comes in time
she must run out of thoughts of crime.
"But why?" I asked an Dr. once.
He shrugged his shoulders. No response.
Copyright ©
ediii
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2007-03-24 00:17:37] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Curled Up
(User Rating: 1 ) by Dom on
Saturday, 24th March 2007 @ 03:58:07 AM AEST (User
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To me the images in this felt distorted and almost abstract, which I think effectively enhances the anguish and uncertainty in this piece I love the last line.
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Re: Curled Up
(User Rating: 1 ) by Butterat_Zool on
Sunday, 25th March 2007 @ 01:44:41 AM AEST (User
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An interesting image. I wish you had used more concrete details, though. What actually happened while you were feelings all of those complex emotions? That's where the best poetry is.
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