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[aid] => mick
[title] => Our Candle
[time] => 2002-07-16 10:04:53
[hometext] => This poem describes a man who is in love with a girl who fails to even notice him, and the desperation to which he is driven by his desire to have her. Oh, also, after the line "And now the kiss." there is supposed to be a light kiss sound effect in there, so as you're reading the poem, kiss the air when you get to that part. It really adds to the effect of the whole thing.
[bodytext] => I am the guy staring at the sky lying on his back and drinking some Sprite. I am the man who smiles when he can dancing in the breeze and swinging way up high. I am the tree I see what you see I know why you laugh and just what makes you cry. My mind is a fire rolling with desire to know your every move and kiss you in your sleep. My hands are like ice, they drip and it feels nice to the blind lover, you, who thinks I’m someone else. My mind is the light that pierces your white, tender flesh until it bleeds a soupy crimson. My heart is just dark, where secret passions lurk, the desire to do these horrid things to you. The ropes which hold you down are my greedy tendrils that without sound were put in place on your sleeping corpse to keep you still when you wake up. And now the kiss. Wake up, my slain princess. It’s time you knew the extent of my love. And so I go dancing in the breeze, and place my razors where I please, and draw the lines around the spots where I know you love to be touched. Those spots shall be mine forever and when I’m done, you will never be able to feel anything ever again. The flaps of flesh go in the jar and sweetie, this is really hard for the both of us. I just wanted to let you know that. The hot wax drips drips drips, and where it stops, the razor slips, and bottoms up, the blood goes down the hole from whence it came. The candle burns the jar lid turns and when it’s closed, your candle goes out forever, sealed in a jar of flesh, to keep on my shelf. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 179 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Butterat_Zool [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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