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Disorder, Disorder
Contributed by
urizen
on
Monday, 26th April 2010 @ 04:39:21 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Disorder, Disorder,
I summon disorder,
With every stroke of my swishing blade,
You come at me with a coin in your hand,
Blood in your hair,
My face; you can't stand.
Tomorrow, tomorrow,
Al my pain will fade,
Divided in half by silent sunlight rays,
You continue to come,
You continue to hide,
My face you can't stand,
My mind whirls.
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Re: Disorder, Disorder
(User Rating: 1 ) by Chamaron on
Monday, 26th April 2010 @ 07:11:34 PM AEST (User
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There is certainly an element of disorder and chaos presented, but portrayed so beautifully, especially in the line containing the strong image - "Divided in half by silent sunlight rays". Well done. |
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