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Array ( [sid] => 101217 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Sacrificing the Muse [time] => 2005-07-14 21:10:38 [hometext] => Cowrite with the amazing ForeverAlone [bodytext] => Sacrificing the Muse

The wrists are bloody with piano wire
That's only wound tighter
Like the reasons for this senselessness
Against the not so innocent.

I'm stained by the paint of his belovéd veins
With rust covered wires that remain to restrain
An inspiration that's far more than abstract art
Screaming melodic notes from an ungifted heart.

The next note will atone for his screams,
Because this masterpiece would not be complete
Without using every octave that I desire
To subdue a life that helps inspire.

I'm a bastard child of a dying age.
Bloody fingertips cover the skin I've made my page
For the skin carved with notes of detest
To unlock and unleash my utter best.

I'm only using you for my muse to elate my genius
Which compliments my satisfaction to never be envious.
Yet, you don't impress me enough
To create the perfect song used with dilettantish blood.

Perfection has eluded this morbid piece,
And has left me hungry for more and not at ease
For it will come by severed ties binding severed hands
Only sacrificing the writer for his fans. [comments] => 13 [counter] => 434 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Essentially9 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 53 [ratings] => 14 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
Sacrificing the Muse

Contributed by Essentially9 on Thursday, 14th July 2005 @ 09:10:38 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



Sacrificing the Muse

The wrists are bloody with piano wire
That's only wound tighter
Like the reasons for this senselessness
Against the not so innocent.

I'm stained by the paint of his belovéd veins
With rust covered wires that remain to restrain
An inspiration that's far more than abstract art
Screaming melodic notes from an ungifted heart.

The next note will atone for his screams,
Because this masterpiece would not be complete
Without using every octave that I desire
To subdue a life that helps inspire.

I'm a bastard child of a dying age.
Bloody fingertips cover the skin I've made my page
For the skin carved with notes of detest
To unlock and unleash my utter best.

I'm only using you for my muse to elate my genius
Which compliments my satisfaction to never be envious.
Yet, you don't impress me enough
To create the perfect song used with dilettantish blood.

Perfection has eluded this morbid piece,
And has left me hungry for more and not at ease
For it will come by severed ties binding severed hands
Only sacrificing the writer for his fans.




Copyright © Essentially9 ... [ 2005-07-14 21:10:38]
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Re: Sacrificing the Muse (User Rating: 1 )
by Vampirequeen on Thursday, 14th July 2005 @ 09:13:43 PM AEST
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wow intense and dark i love it.
this part i like the most ..


I'm a bastard child of a dying age.
Bloody fingertips cover the skin I've made my page
For the skin carved with notes of detest
To unlock and unleash my utter best.


you are so talented for one so young.

hugs


Re: Sacrificing the Muse (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Thursday, 14th July 2005 @ 10:00:47 PM AEST
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as Iv said before wise beyond your years and such powerful talent falls from the pen
Michelle


Re: Sacrificing the Muse (User Rating: 1 )
by hauntedscorp on Thursday, 14th July 2005 @ 10:42:10 PM AEST
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Jen & Clark : This is an awesome write!! Wow, the flow is great and the wording is excellent---all of it!! Love the story you two unleashed on the reader...Dark and graphic, just the way I like it! Very well done.

Scorp.


Re: Sacrificing the Muse (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 15th July 2005 @ 12:22:29 AM AEST
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As always if nothing else i enjoy reading your writting, your style exhalts u, along with your poetic prowess, lovely write jen . . .

Ben


Re: Sacrificing the Muse (User Rating: 1 )
by Cynthia on Friday, 15th July 2005 @ 12:25:05 AM AEST
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WOW! I totally love this write. Excellent penning you two. *S* Cynthia


Re: Sacrificing the Muse (User Rating: 1 )
by blowfish_jane on Friday, 15th July 2005 @ 08:14:00 AM AEST
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You know what, one of this days i will seriously ask you (Jen) if you'll like to collaborate with me. Hmm saying that only if my inspiration comes back to me.

This was really good, you and Clark are a perfect match. Your words blends well together making this in to such a brilliant poem.

Cool stuff guys.

Jane xxx


Re: Sacrificing the Muse (User Rating: 1 )
by Kitty06 on Wednesday, 10th August 2005 @ 10:13:28 AM AEST
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Wow, this poem is so incredible I hardly know what to say. The piano wire, the hands, and the blood. All of them all about inspiration for poetry and music. It's being a slave to your writing to the death! Amazing, absolutely amazing.


Re: Sacrificing the Muse (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Thursday, 18th August 2005 @ 11:26:16 PM AEST
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Awesome writing from u both.
huggs,
emy


Re: Sacrificing the Muse (User Rating: 1 )
by Eternal_Dreamer on Tuesday, 20th September 2005 @ 05:58:56 PM AEST
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Two totally gifted, talented poets producing a sheer masterpiece. Great minds think alike. You two make good co writers. Absolutely flawless and so captivating.
Well done to u both.
Hugs,
Sue, Dreamer


Re: Sacrificing the Muse (User Rating: 1 )
by Archie on Thursday, 13th October 2005 @ 05:21:56 PM AEST
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I like this. It has an edge to it that i can relate to. ( I think about a writer being told that his or her music does not fit into the age in which he lives.) There are many levels to this poem for a reader to relate. I only named one.


Re: Sacrificing the Muse (User Rating: 1 )
by DreamPoetess on Sunday, 6th November 2005 @ 12:32:32 AM AEST
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Perfection has eluded this morbid piece,
And has left me hungry for more and not at ease
For it will come by severed ties binding severed hands
Only sacrificing the writer for his fans.

plus I like the entire poem:>

a lot to give up in order to give, the intellectual power, the crave inside of all artists, waiting for more to get out, so much mind activity going on, needs to be fed, again, giving up, to give:>


Re: Sacrificing the Muse (User Rating: 1 )
by majinZack on Friday, 11th November 2005 @ 10:01:48 PM AEST
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Very good and the beginning was really good...i really like this one

~M. Zack


Re: Sacrificing the Muse (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 11th January 2006 @ 04:20:26 AM AEST
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Wow, such graphic imagery!!! It is very obvious in this piece that you two make a great writing team.

I enjoyed reading it.

Thanks,

Tim
:-)





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