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Your wild eyes
Contributed by
safetyinnumbers
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Tuesday, 6th May 2008 @ 07:17:21 PM in AEST
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Your wild eyes despise and bring disease
in my healthy bones and skin
your tongue twists and turns inside me
so simple truths I do not see and believe
your long black hair flows in my mouth
and consumes and swallows my self
your luscious and venomous swollen lips
kiss me slowly with a coldness that breathes
your heart spits black lies in my mind
when joy and love are found to be alive
you have an appetite to destroy and distort
and sever and scatter all sane thoughts
your beauty is strange and mysterious
and severs me slowly at my knees
you are an angel of the devil’s hand
and make tender plans to send me mad
to make me beg and bleed in my life
and drain the dreams from my eyes
until death dances and delivers me
into that cold and loveless night.
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Re: Your wild eyes
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by ZiggyB on
Tuesday, 6th May 2008 @ 10:00:20 PM AEST
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A little deep for me, but I liked it.
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Re: Your wild eyes
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by elle on
Tuesday, 6th May 2008 @ 11:30:16 PM AEST
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I like the feel, the mental danger. . .contemplating loves' no stranger,
stranger still. . . the hows & whys. . .bravo. you make me turn from watching as loves, opposite meets demise.peace elle. |
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Re: Your wild eyes
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by Arijadna77 on
Wednesday, 7th May 2008 @ 08:13:43 PM AEST
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Maybe you wont see a similarity, but i saw it.Or,maybe,it will sound controversial...but...it was my first association when i read it...
This is a tribute to your poem:)
A thousand times
Smashed face
In dreams I see
It smiles
It cries
Looks at me
Oh, crazy being
Take off that wet blanket from my legs
Let go off that white sense
To pass the nameless street
Take off that piece of gold from my rotten brain
Take off that timber from my stained heart
Oh, crazy being
Don’t come to me
Just sit next to my bed
And let the poison reach my mind
Just for a while
Don’t ask, crazy being
Don’t ask a thing
You can sit next to me
But don’t touch me
Drop the curtain over my eyes
And don’t let them take me away
I am you
And you?
Do you know who you could be?
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