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The Blood Stone
Contributed by
Wolfareen
on
Saturday, 11th August 2007 @ 11:48:01 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Red drips the side of my face not loved,
My hair bleeds,
Hands clot and haemorrhage,
Feet bubble and overflow.
I am a half crouched swelling,
An emotional haemophiliac
Gripping a fistful of passions that drip through my fingers.
When my fingernails dance in deep velvet rhythm,
Trail my bliss sucked insidious veins,
I am gasping.
Press your insipid mouth close to mine,
I will seep into you,
And fill you with instability.
Copyright ©
Wolfareen
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2007-08-11 23:48:01] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: The Blood Stone
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Sunday, 12th August 2007 @ 12:40:55 AM AEST (User
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Holy hell!! Dark isn't the word! It's not nearly strongly descriptive enough!
(the word, "dark", I mean)
the imagery alone is potent in this, but holy crap! the sentiments ... damn
they are so deliciously dark. Torturous, even. But still ... there is a temptation.
Like not being able to look away from the scene of a car wreck, you know?
Well done, poet. Fabulous post!
~Breezy |
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