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ACHING
Contributed by
badgurlinoz
on
Friday, 8th April 2005 @ 11:12:07 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Was I bewitched so by the thin red line
To notice not that time released its hold
And let pale Iris snip the silver twine
To steal sweet youth before it turned to gold.
Existence now is not what I was told;
No seraphim and harps to grace my ear,
Just silence, painful silence, and the cold
Discomfort of my masochistic fear,
So icy cold, yet somehow seems to sear
My soul until the ache's too much to bare,
As mortal life mirages now appear:
Intangible are they; away they tear.
Mistake, it was; the curtain fell too soon
When razor's edge did charm me like the moon
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badgurlinoz
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2005-04-08 23:12:07]
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Re: ACHING
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by mina-1 on
Saturday, 9th April 2005 @ 10:31:37 AM AEST
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A thought provoking piece of poetry filled with immense darkness. A truly very well written poem Well done.
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Re: ACHING
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by Spike on
Sunday, 10th April 2005 @ 06:50:04 AM AEST
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Damn this is good. So much dark poetry on this site dealing with self harm, cutting, suicide, but this takes the romance out of it, shows it's reality. But the references, the clever and exquisite turn of phrase, embellishes this cautionary tale and yields something beautiful from a prosaic and self-destructive act.
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Re: ACHING
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by Rakerman1999 on
Monday, 25th April 2005 @ 10:36:39 AM AEST
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There is something about your writing that grabs me by the soul and won' t let go.
This is dark, yet penned by a heart that I know is filled with light.
Roses at your feet
Larry |
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