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Stripped
Contributed by
FleurdeSang
on
Thursday, 26th May 2005 @ 02:50:02 PM in AEST
Topic:
ambiguous
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Inky observations of this crumbling fantasy,
Spitting icy blasphemies to the paper,
Sipping on a virgin B. Mary,
Staring at the whore in the mirror…
I am so young,
So young
Yet, my eyes are old,
An 80 year old woman living inside,
16 year old youth with a full set of curves,
Voluptuous Latina, Cuban essence flowing,
Percussion pumping ecstasy,
Making my cries 12 notes higher,
Blissful closure…
I dance for the dance,
Not to entertain you,
Not to hear your approval,
Through insufferable silence,
And applause 500 lifetimes later…
I roll my hips to seduce,
The image staring back,
She looks like me,
But she’s shed her skin,
And all that’s left is
What lies beneath…
Sultry verses and graceless flow,
Subliminal messages hidden,
Underneath all the gray deceptions…
And I am still here,
Proud and tall,
Radiating pink and crimson auras of pleasure,
Fingertips weaving through the air,
Dancing invisible passions…
Love shown through senseless beatings,
Cover it up with Maybelline,
Make people think you were born with the plastic beauty,
Don’t reveal the raw abuse beneath
The scarlet-rose hue you have chosen…
It’ll look good with your matching eyes…
And where does a silent poet go to voice her words?
Ebony abyss,
Drown in these words I vomit,
And caress your lover with bloody fingertips…
It’s the same song every night,
3 am., restless, mumbling volumes of litany,
Insanity is brilliance, we’re all mad here,
Thoughtless inquisitions, elegant etudes from the night,
My insomniac moon, spilling pallid loneliness through my window,
Evoking thoughts of him, my perfect dream…
And when does the story end?
When the pen dies from infinite performance,
And the writer has nothing more to say…
For now…
Copyright ©
FleurdeSang
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2005-05-26 14:50:02]
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Re: Stripped
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by Vampirequeen on
Thursday, 26th May 2005 @ 02:56:36 PM AEST
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WOW THAT IS LIKE POWERFUL HUN.
AWSOME JOB. |
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Re: Stripped
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by Live2Die on
Thursday, 26th May 2005 @ 04:17:22 PM AEST
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| Woah, very amazing and powerful write. |
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Re: Stripped
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by shelby on
Thursday, 26th May 2005 @ 05:51:57 PM AEST
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Steph my little flower you made me fall off my chair as I get back up jaw open Im left speechless your mind soars to high plains and your pen takes me to the very essance of you so powerful sooooooooo truthful
your all that!
Michelle |
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Re: Stripped
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by hauntedscorp on
Thursday, 26th May 2005 @ 06:59:29 PM AEST
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| Subliminal messages indeed...This poem is chalk full of emotion, and deeply sad insights. All the best to you...Scorp. |
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