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Heart of Clay
Contributed by
In_a_While
on
Tuesday, 27th September 2005 @ 02:08:54 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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You keep me in the cold of clay
Lovely girl, you mold me like a lonely day
You carve the wounds you'd have me bear
and gouge my eyes so i can't stare
I kiss your knives that say "I do"
Stab me now and then be through
Strain my heart through fingers strong
Lovely girl, i'm not sure life's where i belong?
You create for me some wings too weak
i try to fly but feel defeat
I kiss your fist that says "I do"
Hurt me now and then be through
My dirty skin will soon be drought
Lovely girl, won't you ever let me out?
You set the oven on high for me
so i'll be stone and never free...
I kiss the grave that says "I do"
I'm clay for now but dirt to you.
dw
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Re: Heart of Clay
(User Rating: 1 ) by gwenevere on
Tuesday, 27th September 2005 @ 03:17:52 PM AEST (User
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Oh, dear, why let someone treat you like that.you are woth more than that.Let your claty turn into beautiful pottery, Ros |
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Re: Heart of Clay
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 27th September 2005 @ 09:56:08 PM AEST (User
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man this was a gripping poem! I can't wait to see more from you |
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Re: Heart of Clay
(User Rating: 1 ) by weepingprophet on
Friday, 7th October 2005 @ 03:17:35 PM AEST (User
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As I read more of your work i see your consistency in flow and your ability, your artistery in bringing the peice together. You are honest but you still possess grace and subtlety. I will continue to read your work. I cannot give you monatonous praises like "well done" or "good work" you are beyond those.
~in your empty hand you cradle my wretched heart, the image doesn't flicker as me. I am withered and dirty yet you do not hesitate to embrace the entirety of me~weepingprophet |
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