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Into my head's grave...
Contributed by
In_a_While
on
Friday, 6th May 2005 @ 04:18:04 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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This cold leg, is frozen to beg
i can't leave you, so pretty i grieve you
My hell saves me, from sleeping in graves free
no one is here, but the echoes of fear
This black old wound, is opening soon
she came back, to continue attack
I sit on some gravestones, talk with some gay souls
they've nothing to hide, but their graves underside
well time is run out now, my noose is tied up now
i'll join all the bedsides, of rotting dead insides
pretty, because life is my painting...
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Re: Into my head's grave...
(User Rating: 1 ) by sride686 on
Saturday, 7th May 2005 @ 06:35:31 AM AEST (User
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This write was different and was a little harder for me to see what you are trying to say in it. But the last line was a good ending to the write and cleared things up a little more.
I say different because who are we to say if it is good or bad it is your mind and emotions unleashed for all to read and we thank you for sharing it with us. Take care and keep up the writes. Your friend Steve |
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Re: Into my head's grave...
(User Rating: 1 ) by Willofree on
Saturday, 7th May 2005 @ 12:50:08 PM AEST (User
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The poem feels powerful, and seems to deal with death and pain.
It's like death coming alive for a visit to again return to the grave? I don't know, as I feel I didn't understand it fully.
That said, it feels like a awesome write
Will |
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