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Cellars of me
Contributed by
In_a_While
on
Monday, 18th April 2005 @ 07:50:52 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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A flock of dead birds
all tucked in my bed
a choice of cold words
chill thoughts in my head
black feather of taste
bring air to my pores
my life is a waste
along my bed sores
i wake with a shout
and a yawn of despair
but what's that without
the bugs in my hair
bite me disease
i need to be cold
life is no ease
nothing grows old
then wait....
then shiver...
shine your light in the darkened sea
corners of you...cellars of me
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2005-04-18 19:50:52] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Cellars of me
(User Rating: 1 ) by bonita2689 on
Monday, 18th April 2005 @ 08:37:37 PM AEST (User
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Awesome awesome job! I love the flow of this poem its very well... flowy! And i just love the feeling and imagery it projects to the reader! Great job! Nice choice of vocabulary, I really felt inside of the poem! |
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