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whiteperfectvoid
Contributed by
dolly_dagger
on
Saturday, 27th November 2004 @ 06:03:36 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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Some of his dimensions sicken me
Flat and unfeeling
Blank and with no way out
But then my shabby hero
In tarnished armour
Jumps in to save me
Just when I thought he'd gone.
But
I still wanted to hear him again, to cry on him
Because on my own, in this horrible
white-perfect
VOID
ItS alL FaLliNg tO PiiiiecEs
All I need is a familiar face.
And there are few more familiar than his.
How does he know?
When to come again?
When to wreck this wretched stillness
That I was actually secretly beginning to enjoy.
I dare not tell myself that though...
Such a placid space is far too
s i m p l i s t i c for her
.`:*complex ideals*:`.
She's willingly trapped in her own dimension
Layered with passion and imagination and emotion and indigestibly rich thoughts.
Sumptuous, of course, but
deadly
splashes of colour and
ech....echoes....oes...oes of music, laughter...Love?
She doesn't know who to invite in...
Copyright ©
dolly_dagger
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2004-11-27 18:03:36] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: whiteperfectvoid
(User Rating: 1 ) by Bohemian_with_a_pen on
Saturday, 27th November 2004 @ 06:56:11 PM AEST (User
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awesome, i love it, well done!!!
+X+RoCk~On+X+
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Re: whiteperfectvoid
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Saturday, 27th November 2004 @ 08:23:25 PM AEST (User
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I like the way you seem to now use your font to add expressive quality to your composition. You may have done this previously - yet I think I would have noticed it . . .
"ItS alL FaLliNg tO PiiiiecEs"
Echoes of Edvard Munch, to my reckoning . . .
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