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The Silence tortures with stupidity
I separate myself from a nameless body
The Heat from the tears
Wet my mutilated face
Screams
Runs
Digs
Re-digs
Mutilates ignorance
The primitivism of the bottom of the unknown soul
It hurts
The carriage drags the flaming falling star down the back head
Push
Repent
Say
Chew
Kill
Go
Stop
Rip
Search
Let go
Masochism is the reality of good people
U CANT ALWAYS GET WHAT U WANT

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no title

Contributed by arijadna77 on Monday, 26th May 2008 @ 02:18:50 AM in AEST
Topic: abstract



With bloody hands i touch the emptiness
The Silence tortures with stupidity
I separate myself from a nameless body
The Heat from the tears
Wet my mutilated face
Screams
Runs
Digs
Re-digs
Mutilates ignorance
The primitivism of the bottom of the unknown soul
It hurts
The carriage drags the flaming falling star down the back head
Push
Repent
Say
Chew
Kill
Go
Stop
Rip
Search
Let go
Masochism is the reality of good people
U CANT ALWAYS GET WHAT U WANT





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Re: no title (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Monday, 26th May 2008 @ 09:26:19 AM AEST
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Intense write and your format added that much more to it. Wonderful job here.

Michelle


Re: no title (User Rating: 1 )
by safetyinnumbers on Thursday, 29th May 2008 @ 11:17:22 PM AEST
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When I read your poetry I am forced to think and reflect on its meaning.....and I think this is a good thing.....also with your poetry I walk away with always a feeling, even if I can't capture the meaning in my head, there is always a feeling that I collect from reading your poems. In this poem, first, I see a soul being purified or clarified through pain and experience.....then, I see slavery and pain being the reality of good people. Just like an abstract piece of art.....I suppose different points of view can be reached....forgive me if I'm totally wrong....Good work anyway.....



Re: no title (User Rating: 1 )
by SilverRain on Sunday, 22nd June 2008 @ 09:59:31 PM AEST
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That was a really good poem. liked the emotion that it brought across.




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