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Don't Play Cards With The Devil
Contributed by
deadreckoning1983
on
Friday, 15th October 2004 @ 06:04:34 PM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
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I am the Jack,
And you are the Spade.
Dancing in line with the bluff,
We flirt into the night.
Burying deep between my ribs,
The spade rings true against the bone.
It only took a second,
But you planted your seed of despair.
Somberly and soberly I stitch my heart back,
Like an apple hanging from the branch.
Rotten, and devoured by the raven.
His black wings of love rush into the wind,
It's ironic here, that I would use the raven.
Hollow bones, hollow love.
This should hold meaning for you Jen.
Pecking away into my heart,
Taking what you could and leaving.
Thankfully there are four of me,
Suited for the task.
Find your cold wind again and let me be.
Copyright ©
deadreckoning1983
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2004-10-15 18:04:34]
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Re: Don't Play Cards With The Devil
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by eyesxcriedxout1989 on
Sunday, 17th October 2004 @ 12:22:06 AM AEST
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Very nicely said, Dane...very nicely said. I'm definitly diggin this poem. Awesome
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Re: Don't Play Cards With The Devil
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by theMoth on
Tuesday, 19th October 2004 @ 04:39:12 PM AEST
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Very stark and powerful.
You do disillusionment
very well. I hope these jag-offs
will start reading your freakin poems.
Maybe you should use a
sexual title, thay always go for
that. What a god damn shame.
Here is a masterpiece,
well thought out and
brilliantly executed.
It deserves to be read on the
merit of being one of yours.
--Mothy |
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Re: Don't Play Cards With The Devil
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by hauntedscorp on
Saturday, 8th November 2014 @ 02:14:44 PM AEST
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At least Jen doesn't have to wonder if this poem is about her... :) For a brief moment I thought you'd suffered an identity crisis, and thought yourself a Gemini. Then the light turned on and I realized, the cards! The cards! Four of you...Of course. How cleverly written.
~Scorp |
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