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An Artist Suffers Passion
Contributed by
Rae
on
Friday, 18th February 2005 @ 01:04:59 PM in AEST
Topic:
ambiguous
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i forced myself to drink all the poison
and forget all the world.
stop looking for me.
i hear your laughter of betrayal
and my ears start to bleed
like the ants have gathered
all of the colony
in a mission to swallow a bird.
when bicycles were invented
and all the infants dropped dead,
a roof is not safe enough
for falling daggers and
winds of bullets.
a blind spot in a two-hour drive.
when tears couldn't help but fall,
yellow roses start to bloom.
time was torn away like
a sheet of paper.
faces of people erased from photographs.
an eccentricity arises
from the most traditional of tribes.
a calling of sopranos
in black suicidal sonnets.
i don't want to be held up
like a religious relic.
i don't want to waste precious opportunities
just because you, not i, live in fear.
i'll nail my palms and
the bones of my ankle,
write a letter with my blood.
finally, i'm free.
- Rae'05. 012505. Tues. 9:25 PM.
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Rae
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2005-02-18 13:04:59]
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Re: An Artist Suffers Passion
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by amsy on
Wednesday, 2nd March 2005 @ 01:22:22 AM AEST
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| wow I really liked reading this poem. Im not sure what it is about but I actually got through reading a long poem without stopping. awesome |
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Re: An Artist Suffers Passion
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by Gothchyk on
Thursday, 24th March 2005 @ 02:11:36 AM AEST
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faces of people erased from photographs.
an eccentricity arises
from the most traditional of tribes.
a calling of sopranos
in black suicidal sonnets.
Great write. |
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