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Pin Cusion

Contributed by Ryoko on Thursday, 28th October 2004 @ 06:24:59 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



A thousand holes made from blunt needles,
Clotted blood all over my flaw filled skin,
Rotten nerves shrivel the pale cover,
Concreted confusion nailed to my neck.

I’ve never been here before,
This eternal sowing of the thread,
Dark red dashes taint my body,
Fluid of substance becomes un-noticed.

Critical motions slashing the screen,
Suicidal attempts wash away the need,
Burning orange fire pricking at my brain,
Thin shards of hate plant in my heart.

Fragmented parts of metal litter the floor,
Handing me back what was never mine,
Wistful hair frozen in the wind,
Pin blades holding them in space.

Nightly reactions caused by the syringe,
Deadly nightmares bring back pins,
Forever dreams of hole less skin,
And my wrist becomes the pin cusion.




Copyright © Ryoko ... [ 2004-10-28 18:24:59]
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Re: Pin Cusion (User Rating: 1 )
by Essentially9 on Friday, 29th October 2004 @ 12:39:07 AM AEST
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powerful write.


Re: Pin Cusion (User Rating: 1 )
by RhythmBndt on Friday, 29th October 2004 @ 06:50:29 AM AEST
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Awesome write :)


Re: Pin Cusion (User Rating: 1 )
by Ryoko on Sunday, 31st October 2004 @ 11:23:46 AM AEST
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Lol what kinda comments were they eh? You gotta say why it is a Awsome/ powerfull write. Dumbasses. Example i liked this because i found it emotionally moving. it touched me. i always think that true talent is when you are able to move the reader and i am in mexico.




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