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pretty.hate.machine
Contributed by
FleurdeSang
on
Monday, 2nd June 2008 @ 06:15:24 AM in AEST
Topic:
ambiguous
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There are roses in your eyes, yet
The thorns pierce your sorrow
Unwanted, unwilling,
A wind of such violence
Whispering through your eyelashes
Your locks of whorish gold,
And how can I love you with my weak wrists
Held up by the tiniest of tendons
That you slit
With your scalpel tongue.
You, miss demolition lover
Girl of bitter strawberries and severed wishes
Your self-hate kills the air and
Rapes my lungs
I weep my frustrations as I ***** your fragile dreams
Let me love you the only way I can
With chains tight around your selfish heart
a piece of my soul in every bruise
sunflowers grow better when buried in *****
look at you reach for the sky
your child fingers grapple for a sip of affection
a taste of heaven
a battle of moon and sun in your smile
both beautiful and endless
Perfection in your crushed esteem
In your supple tears, sweet on my tongue
Like syrup from
between
Your quaking legs
Like thunder, but your voice rises above all gods
But never above me
A mosaic of stars tremble in your
Lonely eyes as they
Sleep in mine,
Your small body tucked up
against me like a reason for living
a sigh of roses
without the thorns.
Copyright ©
FleurdeSang
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2008-06-02 06:15:24]
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Re: pretty.hate.machine
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by shelby on
Monday, 2nd June 2008 @ 10:51:19 AM AEST
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Wow, I have never read anything quite like this from you before it about knocked me off my chair.
With that being said entire write is priceless..... I felt several levels of emotions, soft and tender, angry and confused my heck this rolled like the oceans ebb and flow.......
lonely eyes as they sleep in mine
a sigh of roses
without the thorns.......... bravo!!!!!!!!
ps.. I swore for a moment you were knowing someone I do LOL
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Re: pretty.hate.machine
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by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 3rd June 2008 @ 09:41:59 PM AEST
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Hmmm yes, definately diffrent from you!
But very creative and emotional. Love, hate, sensuality and even fear. |
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Re: pretty.hate.machine
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by KismetsPoet on
Wednesday, 16th July 2008 @ 03:00:40 PM AEST
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| This is a fantastic poem. Both dark and sensual, I love that you weren't afraid to get into the shadier part of things. Great job. |
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