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Array ( [sid] => 86912 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => her glow, though golden, was laden with smoke [time] => 2005-03-09 00:38:27 [hometext] => no death or dismemberment. just her. [bodytext] => her glow, though golden
is laden with smoke
and dark around the heart
the dark red of distrust
seams (sic) like stitches of memories
of how she's been torn apart

aimless walking
through a cloudy meadow
the flowers die (beautiful) as she passes
strolling down
the streets of man
oblivious, teetering at the edge of overpasses

carrying, silent, the burden
of a generation of failure
her face lined with despair
sinking slowly lower
in some dark rolling sea
forever severed from the bane of air

between the raindrops
she exists
flickering each time the wind blows
and the stars are her slaves
for each night her simple smile
goads them to further glow

slowly escaping reality
(so clever)
through her own deathless cessation
becoming a ghost
forgotten by most
praying no reincarnation

a white spot
in the minds of the few
who might have once remembered
cursed are they
for they cannot recall
her, the walking kiss of december

erased solely by the power of her will
and the enchanting sorrow that grew
(the pit into which she fell)
frightened not
of becoming naught
favored better than this life, grey hell [comments] => 2 [counter] => 174 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Cancer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
her glow, though golden, was laden with smoke

Contributed by Cancer on Wednesday, 9th March 2005 @ 12:38:27 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



her glow, though golden
is laden with smoke
and dark around the heart
the dark red of distrust
seams (sic) like stitches of memories
of how she's been torn apart

aimless walking
through a cloudy meadow
the flowers die (beautiful) as she passes
strolling down
the streets of man
oblivious, teetering at the edge of overpasses

carrying, silent, the burden
of a generation of failure
her face lined with despair
sinking slowly lower
in some dark rolling sea
forever severed from the bane of air

between the raindrops
she exists
flickering each time the wind blows
and the stars are her slaves
for each night her simple smile
goads them to further glow

slowly escaping reality
(so clever)
through her own deathless cessation
becoming a ghost
forgotten by most
praying no reincarnation

a white spot
in the minds of the few
who might have once remembered
cursed are they
for they cannot recall
her, the walking kiss of december

erased solely by the power of her will
and the enchanting sorrow that grew
(the pit into which she fell)
frightened not
of becoming naught
favored better than this life, grey hell




Copyright © Cancer ... [ 2005-03-09 00:38:27]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: her glow, though golden, was laden with smoke (User Rating: 1 )
by electrique_poet on Wednesday, 9th March 2005 @ 01:53:43 AM AEST
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incredible... i enjoyed reading this, love your style

... in words electrique


Re: her glow, though golden, was laden with smoke (User Rating: 1 )
by bobotheclown on Thursday, 10th March 2005 @ 11:54:51 PM AEST
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ooh hoo this was bloody awesome. I totally
loved this man. This poem just had
something in it I'm not sure what, but wow
this was good. So beautifully written yet
stained with sadness although by stained I
mean good not bad. I hope you are doing
well buddy.

Bobo (Joel)




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