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You are but a whisper,
A quiet un-becoming.

I’ve learned to fear phantoms like you,
you stitch yourselves into my heart,
A smiling testament of my weakness for damaged beauty.

You are a careful disease, slow and loving,
{ a sweet destruction }

And dare I breathe you in?
Dare I let you pour into my shadow arms,
and weep your songs?

And I wonder if this is how it feels to have your presence,
this splendid madness, this endless obsession of reliving,
devouring your affections like a cure

and relishing the thorns
that pierce you.

We touch like cripples,
murdered manifestations of a hope lost,
a love withered in a corpse’s hand;

our bloodied lips caress and die beneath each other,
sipping the last relics of a mangled dream.

there is nothing left to save us
but the melodies we sigh after midnight.

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Mirror-girl.

Contributed by FleurdeSang on Thursday, 23rd April 2009 @ 04:36:08 PM in AEST
Topic: ambiguous

You are but a whisper,
A quiet un-becoming.

I’ve learned to fear phantoms like you,
you stitch yourselves into my heart,
A smiling testament of my weakness for damaged beauty.

You are a careful disease, slow and loving,
{ a sweet destruction }

And dare I breathe you in?
Dare I let you pour into my shadow arms,
and weep your songs?

And I wonder if this is how it feels to have your presence,
this splendid madness, this endless obsession of reliving,
devouring your affections like a cure

and relishing the thorns
that pierce you.

We touch like cripples,
murdered manifestations of a hope lost,
a love withered in a corpse’s hand;

our bloodied lips caress and die beneath each other,
sipping the last relics of a mangled dream.

there is nothing left to save us
but the melodies we sigh after midnight.

Copyright Â© FleurdeSang ... [ 2009-04-23 16:36:08]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Mirror-girl. (User Rating: 1 )
by kye on Thursday, 23rd April 2009 @ 05:30:49 PM AEST
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Oh!! I found myself sighing at your wondrous talent as I read this poem.

I was going to quote a couple sentences but to be honest, I couldn't pinpoint just one. This poem is dark, yet very moving, introspective and emotional.

I love, absolutely love the format you've used. It just dramatically speaks to the reader.

Thank you so much!

Kie-

Re: Mirror-girl. (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 23rd April 2009 @ 07:45:06 PM AEST
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I know you posted this under ambiguous. So should I be scared if it seems I understand every bit of it? Anywho, also seemed to be about a dysfunctional relationship.

Any which way, I just continue to find it amazing how your poetry just blows me away. So many emotions... sooo much emotion.

Thank you.

Tim

Re: Mirror-girl. (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 24th April 2009 @ 04:26:05 AM AEST
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wow, this is the finest poem i've read in ages. it's unique and not cliched, with some beautiful metaphors and well constructed imagery. if i had to pick out one bit, it would be this one:

'And dare I breathe you in?
Dare I let you pour into my shadow arms,
and weep your songs?'

incredible. 5 out of 5 from me.

-Phil

Re: Mirror-girl. (User Rating: 1 )
by EmilyMichaela on Wednesday, 6th May 2009 @ 07:55:49 PM AEST
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i think everyone else has said what i wanted to say. it reminds me of the way Anne Rice would write, very moving

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