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Shudders in the dark
Contributed by
iodinelove
on
Tuesday, 14th June 2005 @ 11:07:32 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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It is three twenty two in the morning.
White clouds called stars hide
in the approaching dawn, hide
in the failed and fallen
fields fluttering wings and rain.
It is
morning calling darkness a friend
calling love a whore
and whores breath
a friend.
The form and figure, my
form and figure naked in the window,
pressed naked in the grass
stained jeans; the endless stream of urine.
The endlessness of urine
coloring the dead, brown leaves
A bright dead, brown
day mists over the rain show sets
it's diamonds, quartz and death
pecking away at my face.
It is
a vomit vomiting my sheets,
a vomit; my sheets are
vomit black and death,
a vast black and yellow birth
of sweat, spittle and silk
wrapped with silk
and sudden shudders in the dark.
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iodinelove
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2005-06-14 23:07:32]
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Re: Shudders in the dark
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by razorbladesangel45 on
Tuesday, 14th June 2005 @ 11:26:03 PM AEST
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| wow! awsome use of vocabulary and feelings, GREAT WORK |
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