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Array ( [sid] => 45966 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Shared Poison [time] => 2004-05-03 06:24:40 [hometext] => This is another one about one of my exes. [bodytext] => The memory of your touch,
Branded like a virus to my inturned eyes,
I lie here motionless, Lifeless,
While your face infects my sanity,
And tears run through lack of meaning,
Mascara stains litter my pillow cases.

Overused, Wasted perfume lingers,
Clinging to my tainted clothes,
Spoilt by your unpure touch,
Your fake words burn my ears,
So pointless covering my face with the pillow,
This suffocation wont kill the memories.

Filthy cups mark their place upon my desk,
Filled with wasted beverages,
My mouth oblivious to flavour,
Stricken by guilt through lies,
And though I meant every word,
You shared your poison and left me killed. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 170 [topic] => 48 [informant] => sweet-poison [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )

Shared Poison

Contributed by sweet-poison on Monday, 3rd May 2004 @ 06:24:40 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

The memory of your touch,
Branded like a virus to my inturned eyes,
I lie here motionless, Lifeless,
While your face infects my sanity,
And tears run through lack of meaning,
Mascara stains litter my pillow cases.

Overused, Wasted perfume lingers,
Clinging to my tainted clothes,
Spoilt by your unpure touch,
Your fake words burn my ears,
So pointless covering my face with the pillow,
This suffocation wont kill the memories.

Filthy cups mark their place upon my desk,
Filled with wasted beverages,
My mouth oblivious to flavour,
Stricken by guilt through lies,
And though I meant every word,
You shared your poison and left me killed.

Copyright © sweet-poison ... [ 2004-05-03 06:24:40]
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Re: Shared Poison (User Rating: 1 )
by Loyalist on Monday, 3rd May 2004 @ 06:30:47 AM AEST
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I am very partial to dark material.
I may be even a little biased on behalf of them.
But this was a great write, filled with creative imagery.
I was even able to identify some lines to my own life and experience.
In particular, "Filthy cups mark their place upon my desk,
Filled with wasted beverages,"
Nice job!

Re: Shared Poison (User Rating: 1 )
by Broken_Skin on Monday, 3rd May 2004 @ 08:01:01 AM AEST
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oh my god... im crying my eyes, out, i read these words out load to myself, i burst out crying at the end of the first verse, because this reminds me too much of... well you can guess. this is fantastic x

Re: Shared Poison (User Rating: 1 )
by whisper-of-night on Monday, 17th May 2004 @ 09:43:16 PM AEST
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what a beautiful yet sad poem........your draw the picture so clear that I can almost see the scene upfold in front of my eyes........well what I say? I can only hope and pray that you will get over it one day......and soon.........

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