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Array ( [sid] => 161419 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Life from the Intellect [time] => 2010-07-27 13:59:03 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Little life,
Little thing, once a bud, centred,

Whole, Sways tenderly, still morning,

Wakeful,
Youthful fires stir, flick and twitch,

Split,
Twitch and splits open, inside out,

Unfurls,
Hurtles,

Innards now most outer, lurid
Lashings

Of body odour, gushing guts of
Lurid colour...

Little life, the baby sleepy,
Sleeping

Sweetly,
Rocking peaceful, lazy head, button

Nose,
Gently flailing like a rose, little kiss,

Slightest
Mite, little delicate snoozing life,

Blob in a box,
Twitching mass of cells,

Convulsive
Little blackness, unfurling splutter guts
From nothing,

A screaming little existential hell,
A little crystal splinter life,
Bright,
So blue,

So cold,
So spewing, swamping

Out of nothing,
Sleeping stickiness,

Creeping sickness, Gulf engulfed,
Engulf the gulf,
Dangling,

Crying, wants to be pretty,
Whoring,

Hanging, gagging, in this thing,
This crushing intellect,
This creeping life,
This creeping death!




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Life from the Intellect

Contributed by asphara on Tuesday, 27th July 2010 @ 01:59:03 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



Little life,
Little thing, once a bud, centred,

Whole, Sways tenderly, still morning,

Wakeful,
Youthful fires stir, flick and twitch,

Split,
Twitch and splits open, inside out,

Unfurls,
Hurtles,

Innards now most outer, lurid
Lashings

Of body odour, gushing guts of
Lurid colour...

Little life, the baby sleepy,
Sleeping

Sweetly,
Rocking peaceful, lazy head, button

Nose,
Gently flailing like a rose, little kiss,

Slightest
Mite, little delicate snoozing life,

Blob in a box,
Twitching mass of cells,

Convulsive
Little blackness, unfurling splutter guts
From nothing,

A screaming little existential hell,
A little crystal splinter life,
Bright,
So blue,

So cold,
So spewing, swamping

Out of nothing,
Sleeping stickiness,

Creeping sickness, Gulf engulfed,
Engulf the gulf,
Dangling,

Crying, wants to be pretty,
Whoring,

Hanging, gagging, in this thing,
This crushing intellect,
This creeping life,
This creeping death!




Asphara, PLEASE: To help keep this site INTERACTIVE, please read and comment on at least 3 poems for each one you submit.

Number of poems per author per 24 hours are limited depending on membership level and interactivity.




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Re: Life from the Intellect (User Rating: 1 )
by Puppy_dog_eyes on Tuesday, 27th July 2010 @ 02:22:57 PM AEST
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Certainly a whirl of imaginery running through this piece.
Lots of emotive phrases which helped develop the idea.

Steve


Re: Life from the Intellect (User Rating: 1 )
by andrewjones12 on Wednesday, 28th July 2010 @ 07:08:59 AM AEST
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very well writtin, i loved your image.
-andrew.


Re: Life from the Intellect (User Rating: 1 )
by Sparkz16 on Wednesday, 28th July 2010 @ 09:24:15 AM AEST
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Wow, the imagery was wonderfull i can picture kinda like an alice in wonderland falling into the rabbit hole while reading this i loved it keep the pen flowing my friend

--Amanda




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