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Dark
Contributed by
Sasha
on
Wednesday, 21st August 2013 @ 12:06:43 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Life rasped, heavy beats of tired wings
The cradlesong stripped on myopic choices
The dark wept, as rage lost her brittle sanity
And days retreated to their foetal curl of horror
Life at quantum’s edge, tears don’t have partners
The fangs of rabid memories rip lucid moments apart
Winners keep their game on, retreat in disownment
And the innocent fall, their shelters violated
The slow slither of revulsion haunt the portals
Lose time and days on shackled promises
Secrets drag their feet, their stagger from sagas
Everything burns, the disintegration of purity
A mind stoned by the keepers of sanity
Angels in cages, their wings clipped bare
It’s a very fine line between the living and the dead
As the keen of destruction works from the shadows…
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Sasha
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2013-08-21 12:06:43] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Dark
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Sunday, 25th August 2013 @ 04:24:50 AM AEST (User
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O I was going to comment on this poem thinking there were many comments, O but I found none. There should have been, but why weren't there? I don't know.
This is exuberant, each passage, fantastic prose, and with, O what cruddy
madness. "Secrets drag their feet, their stagger from sagas..."
you have unearthed so much history and who knows what it means even if you ever tried to track it.
It's like a broke back mountain from all in the past, "Everything burns, the disintegration of purity".
Seriously, this is good writing! Couldn't you imagine a nun in a convent who studies English saying that? I could, but I watch too much PBS.
Peace! |
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