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...This Isn't...

Contributed by SensitiveSoAbused on Wednesday, 12th May 2004 @ 02:49:16 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



...This Isn't...

So here it is you
and while my head throbs,
my eyes shut
out the world,
it is you,
and I
cannot stand this,
you're another

PIECE OF *****

and now my eyes are melting
down my face,
past tears, beyond,
past fears, long gone,

are springing back again

"Please, no!"
this is me on my knees
Sobbing, I
don't see why,
I can't find my; life
is a lie...

so STOP
LEAVE.

lick my face with your tongue,
i have sung, lick my blood,
Horrid race
I have run,
savour taste, drink the flood.
lick my face, lick my blood

Yet still
the small white desk fan
hums and blows
hums and blows
yesssssss.

Now my feet are dripping cold
if she'd have cheated,
she'd have told


climb the wall to find the roof,

find the proof
out in the hall

crying lonely,
i'm a bad boy


my countenance
has no expression,
(somber now, a bad impression)

Soon my mouth will fill with blood,
warm (I hope it's yours) cold

Sidewalk Chalk,
ChildLove,
(young ones see)
(my sexuality)

Kick me
Hit me
Beat me.

you've heard it all before


Rape me
Take me,
Shake me, love
me



Let me pretend that you care.
The sky is so beautiful, so blue
This isn't poetry anymore.

Black, like heart,
like love, no love,
now stop now
STOP




Copyright © SensitiveSoAbused ... [ 2004-05-12 14:49:16]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: ...This Isn't... (User Rating: 1 )
by Broken_Skin on Wednesday, 12th May 2004 @ 02:58:34 PM AEST
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I think this is good, some parts are really beautiful, you can never go wrong with thoughts, so i dont see how this could suck if you know what i mean, :) x


Re: ...This Isn't... (User Rating: 1 )
by lostinmyself on Wednesday, 12th May 2004 @ 03:17:12 PM AEST
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this is beautiful lane. i know you dont like it, but i think its brilliant. i always love how you write things. and i can detect the emotion in it. im glad you have chosen to write still. good write. luv, hugs and kisses, phil xxx




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