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Wrong Energy

Contributed by jyssvw22 on Wednesday, 22nd June 2005 @ 10:31:39 AM in AEST
Topic: oops



The eeriness of the situation
Just won’t stop bombarding me
I can’t go a moment without picturing
This insignificant, unimportant, happening

It was one night
It was long ago
Yet so vivid is her face
Yet so warm are my hands
My voice screams out at her
It makes its unreasonable demands

The mood of the moment won’t swell
If I could fake it,
You might not know me this well
This intimately
If you could take it,
I might have opened the lid further
To tell my full story
Pulled back the entire inner-scalp
Held it up high dripping blood
Stuck and pricked on a flagpole
A Spectacle in all its glory



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Copyright © jyssvw22 ... [ 2005-06-22 10:31:39]
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Re: Wrong Energy (User Rating: 1 )
by hauntedscorp on Wednesday, 22nd June 2005 @ 01:18:27 PM AEST
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Well jyss, your knack for creatively refreshing writes has always been something I've admired. This poem is no exception...Yet again you've managed to drive home the point. Really good job jyss---don't ever put that pen down : )

Scorp.


Re: Wrong Energy (User Rating: 1 )
by Man_On_High on Wednesday, 22nd June 2005 @ 10:34:59 PM AEST
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I would've posted this under
"dark poetry"

no way is this general:

"Pulled back the entire inner-scalp
Held it up high dripping blood
Stuck and pricked on a flagpole
A Spectacle in all its glory"

general no..DARK yes-
magnificent in all it's glory..

I love your anger..

B




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