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drown.
Contributed by
Fleurdesang
on
Monday, 4th May 2009 @ 03:27:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Tombs envy my silence;
an echoing of insecurities that
long to be as dead as you.
The taste of abandon, the same bitter pangs of God’s heart,
in all it’s emptiness, it’s non-living -
Could I become the austere nights you drown yourself in?
Could I ever be more than just your darkness,
your mirthless creature,
seeking the wings that have been torn from you
the mouth that begs for salvation in quiet disillusions?
I am the hollow yearning within the prayer,
incandescent with my sorrows,
obstinate in these forests that you rooted yourself to -
you search with such deftly blind hands,
I admire your child,
the intricacies of your despair to find
something that resembles life in these ruins.
you wish me to be a willow,
and at times I feel ancient and ugly with my gnarled mask,
arms heavy with loveless winds that whisper with your
pity,
I harbor no nourishment for starved flesh
no salvation for the hopeless,
I cannot be your messiah
I am but a ghost of a shadow
floating between passages you have long forgotten,
choking on your dust
wishing you would stop being merely smoke
and mutate into the solid dream
that will love me.
you are a cruel enchantment.
Copyright ©
Fleurdesang
... [
2009-05-04 15:27:00]
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Re: drown.
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by Former_Member on
Monday, 4th May 2009 @ 03:31:06 PM AEST
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| This is an incredibly deep poem. Great job! |
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Re: drown.
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by guiltycircles on
Monday, 4th May 2009 @ 03:49:07 PM AEST
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| haunting and torturous, brilliant |
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Re: drown.
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by myheartsvoice on
Monday, 4th May 2009 @ 05:26:52 PM AEST
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To call your work any thing less than gienus
would be an artistic sacralege, you're the
epitimie of creativness, that instructs the soul of poetry to pay homage to the heart
of the written word it's self . . .
and ty likewise my friend,
always . . .
Ben . . .
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