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Array ( [sid] => 15090 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => Blood [time] => 2003-03-28 16:25:00 [hometext] => I think that this poem could come across with many different interpretations, and I'm really interested to find out what you all think it means. I'm afraid that if I tell you what it's really about it will alter your real interpretations so please, give me your opinion on this one. [bodytext] => Heavy draperies shelter our high
Blood soaked linen reeking of flesh
A scent to devour with each seething sigh
Darkness to hide in a curtain of mesh
Blending distortion with melodies soft
A combination of bipolar affairs
Sleeping in the moon light's silvery loft
Awakening upon the suns golden stairs
Descend into darkness forevermore
Cold wind chills the blood soaking our skin
One light to distinguish the bruises we store
From the scars where I wrote your name with a pin
Infected with tears that arose from anger
Feeding the tension above our heads
Cloaking my eyes upon a rusting hanger
All that they see are deep greys and reds
Upon there they will stay awhile
Without them there's no way I can cry
No visions of you that tempt me to smile
No light to release in any form of a sigh
Just black, the only true refuge
It conceals anything that can hide
In dank confinement there's no way to swelter
In life's intensity which has repeatedly lied
Inhale the chemical content in blood
That which feeds comfort to our pain
Killing, and digging into our brains with a spud
The only option allowing tranquility to remain
Simple to understand as the toxic dark
Blinding us all to its sweet sorrow
The only way I can see you without remark
It questions my hope left for tomorrow. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 268 [topic] => 13 [informant] => flirtyrockstar [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
Blood

Contributed by flirtyrockstar on Friday, 28th March 2003 @ 04:25:00 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



Heavy draperies shelter our high
Blood soaked linen reeking of flesh
A scent to devour with each seething sigh
Darkness to hide in a curtain of mesh
Blending distortion with melodies soft
A combination of bipolar affairs
Sleeping in the moon light's silvery loft
Awakening upon the suns golden stairs
Descend into darkness forevermore
Cold wind chills the blood soaking our skin
One light to distinguish the bruises we store
From the scars where I wrote your name with a pin
Infected with tears that arose from anger
Feeding the tension above our heads
Cloaking my eyes upon a rusting hanger
All that they see are deep greys and reds
Upon there they will stay awhile
Without them there's no way I can cry
No visions of you that tempt me to smile
No light to release in any form of a sigh
Just black, the only true refuge
It conceals anything that can hide
In dank confinement there's no way to swelter
In life's intensity which has repeatedly lied
Inhale the chemical content in blood
That which feeds comfort to our pain
Killing, and digging into our brains with a spud
The only option allowing tranquility to remain
Simple to understand as the toxic dark
Blinding us all to its sweet sorrow
The only way I can see you without remark
It questions my hope left for tomorrow.




Copyright © flirtyrockstar ... [ 2003-03-28 16:25:00]
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Re: Blood (User Rating: 1 )
by SmokinJoeEvil on Friday, 28th March 2003 @ 06:10:27 PM AEST
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To me it reads like the story of one who has turned to drugs to quell the hurt and anger in their life.


Re: Blood (User Rating: 1 )
by PhantomsLDY on Friday, 28th March 2003 @ 06:18:30 PM AEST
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To me this sounds like someone suffering from manic depression and this person cuts as well.


Re: Blood (User Rating: 1 )
by hardcoreputa on Friday, 28th March 2003 @ 10:33:41 PM AEST
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well... to me it seems like u let someone get close to u... wether it was a parent a friend, a lover or whatever. u usually have many superficial relationships where no one really knows you. i also think that this involves self harm, if not then your at the point where u r so suicidal that u cant remember any insodences in particular, its just a life of wanting and trying to die. the line where u say "Blood soaked linen reeking of flesh " really got to me. anyways this was the first thing i have read by u and it is great, i cant wait to read more... ~Apryl


Re: Blood (User Rating: 1 )
by Kindredblood_dragon on Saturday, 5th April 2003 @ 07:12:22 PM AEST
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Depression, pain, loathing, confusion,with a touch of insanity,but with a touch of inquisitive feeling too. it like you are trying to dwelve into the unknown.
Thats how this poem came across to me, the above is how I felt it portrayed it self to me.


Re: Blood (User Rating: 1 )
by boricuacd on Friday, 11th April 2003 @ 05:16:15 PM AEST
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good job




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