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Contributed by
arijadna77
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Thursday, 22nd May 2008 @ 05:02:50 AM in AEST
Topic:
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I sit in a slosh of blood
I curse those strangers that killed me
They ripped my heart and threw it in to a dump between two worlds
Bloody hands they dressed with barbed wires
In their eyes fire is burning
From my hair flag they made
And she’s weeping with the cold wind
From my eyes necklaces they wear around their necks
Which are giving birth to white pearls
From my soul there’s a buff copy filled with pain
Left to wonder through empty rooms of underworld
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2008-05-22 05:02:50]
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Re: no title
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by Muinanyere on
Thursday, 22nd May 2008 @ 07:48:50 AM AEST
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| This is very surreal and well done like a Dali painting. |
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by safetyinnumbers on
Thursday, 22nd May 2008 @ 10:45:36 AM AEST
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The imagery is very strong in this poem....I especially liked "From my eyes necklaces they wear around their necks
Which are giving birth to white pearls". You have left me wondering what the "two worlds" are....interesting. Good work. |
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by SilverRain on
Thursday, 22nd May 2008 @ 10:47:34 PM AEST
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| Once again you write with your heart and make your visions visible to others. Stunning imagery. |
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