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Array ( [sid] => 59151 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Dark Room [time] => 2004-08-06 14:27:35 [hometext] => i dunno if its one of my best peices, so tell me what ya think of it! hope to hear from all of ya, Thankz [bodytext] => sucluded in myself
kept alone from daylight stalkers
who curl around my body
echoing hollow secrets

in here i can cry
i can be who i am
be my own self
away from all torment

bitter light seeps under the door
signaling a new day of never ending pain
pull myself closer
close my eyes and not wake up

alas i cannot stay here forever
as the new days glimmer and shine
spilling through the unopend curtins
tearing at my innocenss to be alone

that is why cloudy days are the best
better than all the killing blades of sunlight
that slip slowly into my hollow chest and peirce my soul
chilling my skin to the bone

in the hallways of doom and destruction
i walk
sometimes fast sometimes slow
needing to be inconspicus

yet there never is now place to hide
no where to run
because they are atached to you
like a ball and chain

tighter around my leg
there taunts form
gripping harder
never letting go

cutting slits into my ankle
searing with pain
tears stream down my face
as the words cut up my flesh

yet finnally i am able to flee
i yearn for the only place i call home
my only room
the room of innocent darkness [comments] => 4 [counter] => 169 [topic] => 13 [informant] => TwEeK [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
The Dark Room

Contributed by TwEeK on Friday, 6th August 2004 @ 02:27:35 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



sucluded in myself
kept alone from daylight stalkers
who curl around my body
echoing hollow secrets

in here i can cry
i can be who i am
be my own self
away from all torment

bitter light seeps under the door
signaling a new day of never ending pain
pull myself closer
close my eyes and not wake up

alas i cannot stay here forever
as the new days glimmer and shine
spilling through the unopend curtins
tearing at my innocenss to be alone

that is why cloudy days are the best
better than all the killing blades of sunlight
that slip slowly into my hollow chest and peirce my soul
chilling my skin to the bone

in the hallways of doom and destruction
i walk
sometimes fast sometimes slow
needing to be inconspicus

yet there never is now place to hide
no where to run
because they are atached to you
like a ball and chain

tighter around my leg
there taunts form
gripping harder
never letting go

cutting slits into my ankle
searing with pain
tears stream down my face
as the words cut up my flesh

yet finnally i am able to flee
i yearn for the only place i call home
my only room
the room of innocent darkness




Copyright © TwEeK ... [ 2004-08-06 14:27:35]
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Re: The Dark Room (User Rating: 1 )
by malakanchana on Friday, 6th August 2004 @ 03:05:28 PM AEST
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Its a very intense experience to read your poem and congratulations for creating that effect. But .........yes.....you need to take more care about the spellings .........Good luck!!


Re: The Dark Room (User Rating: 1 )
by malakanchana on Friday, 6th August 2004 @ 03:05:38 PM AEST
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Its a very intense experience to read your poem and congratulations for creating that effect. But .........yes.....you need to take more care about the spellings .........Good luck!!


Re: The Dark Room (User Rating: 1 )
by malakanchana on Friday, 6th August 2004 @ 03:05:54 PM AEST
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Its a very intense experience to read your poem and congratulations for creating that effect. But .........yes.....you need to take more care about the spellings .........Good luck!!


Re: The Dark Room (User Rating: 1 )
by Essentially9 on Friday, 6th August 2004 @ 04:08:30 PM AEST
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grammar mistakes lessen this pieces greatness along with the loss of rhythm. much potential.




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