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cerebral interloper

Contributed by Cancer on Thursday, 29th July 2004 @ 10:20:25 PM in AEST
Topic: psychoticpoems



(cerebral interloper)

her hair always covers her face
(I’ve never seen her eyes)
she whispers from behind that veil of silk
and her secrets embrace me
running soft across my body
like the warm breath of a sigh
and her secrets defile me
drawing blood and other fluids
leaving scars I’ll always cherish
tearing at my mind with iron claws
and her secrets leave me hollow
feeling like a piece of me has died
like my very soul was raped
like cold dawn will never come
for she is the night and she will never leave

she loved to mutter
(born dead)
forgotten thoughts and second hand dreams
all the while, slowly dancing
careful not to tread on the shadow she cast
her sharp curves tearing holes in existence
(her body was a work of abstract art)

reciting her poetry to me
as I cut myself
bled myself
letting the tiny drops of me
fall upon her bare feet
rubbing in the red
like a sacred oil

and as we made our loveless love
on damp earth and fallen leaves
she would tell me of her suicide attempt
within the womb
wrapping the umbilical cord around her neck
only to be foiled by a nosy doctor
she would recall vivid dreams of death
and the smell of colors I’ve never known

(I’ve never seen her eyes
I never saw her face)

I don't know when she stopped being real
if she was ever real at all
I only know that she was a ghost
when she began to stab me

she did it softly
resting the point of the knife on my chest
pressing ever so gently
until the tip broke the skin
and slowly sank inside me
seven holes she left in my chest
before placing the blade over my heart
and I lay still
accepting her choice
struggling for air with punctured lungs

knowing that I was near death
I reached up to brush her hair aside
to gaze into her eyes once
before I died
and my hand swept through her
sending ripples through her misty visage
like tears falling into a lonely pond

(she laughed
a brittle, broken sound
and as the knife plunged into my heart
I knew she wasn't real
and I wondered if
I was killing myself)




Copyright © Cancer ... [ 2004-07-29 22:20:25]
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Re: cerebral interloper (User Rating: 1 )
by pixie on Friday, 30th July 2004 @ 06:37:28 AM AEST
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wow, amazing write Cancer. I love Psychotic writes, you did justice with this one,

pixie xx


Re: cerebral interloper (User Rating: 1 )
by pvd on Friday, 30th July 2004 @ 08:46:41 AM AEST
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This is a great piece of work Kudos, Bravo... ect...
"she loved to mutter
(born dead)"
This line floored me and then you did not let up. Keep going.
PVD


Re: cerebral interloper (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 30th July 2004 @ 09:32:17 AM AEST
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and her secrets defile me
drawing blood and other fluids
leaving scars I’ll always cherish

whatever category you choose, this is a great write- i enjoyed it.


Re: cerebral interloper (User Rating: 1 )
by corrupted_minds on Saturday, 31st July 2004 @ 06:06:13 AM AEST
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This is... unexplainable... you've touched me with this poem. It's so deep, it's so..soo... just Great Job and keep it up. This ones in my memory banks. If you ever need to talk e-mail me.
Loz


Re: cerebral interloper (User Rating: 1 )
by bobotheclown on Wednesday, 4th August 2004 @ 10:44:28 PM AEST
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wow man this was so chilling and real. Its good to be back and to read your amazing stuff. I hope you are doing better with everything and that we have the oppurtunity to chat again soon.

Bobo (Joel)




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