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[aid] => mick
[title] => Black Valentine
[time] => 2018-10-12 16:58:09
[hometext] => Pray you are not the prey.
[bodytext] => I don’t understand how love turns to sand; How promises bind like twine;
Who could drown in her eyes, her buttery sighs:
My manevolent black valentine.
Too soon I discovered she gave to another; All she had pledged was mine;
The same words and story she first set before me;
Repeated line for line.
And he sat before her to dine;
In the web of a black valentine
He thought he could keep her, and so I released her; Surrendered what never was mine.
The faint scent of rose; the dreams that wont close; the sheets where we once lay entwined;
Are all I have left;
The rest has been swept across the abyss of time.
To die in the throws of the longing that grows;
To be with my black valentine.
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Black Valentine
Contributed by
softerware
on
Friday, 12th October 2018 @ 04:58:09 PM in AEST
Topic:
insomniac
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I don’t understand how love turns to sand; How promises bind like twine;
Who could drown in her eyes, her buttery sighs:
My manevolent black valentine.
Too soon I discovered she gave to another; All she had pledged was mine;
The same words and story she first set before me;
Repeated line for line.
And he sat before her to dine;
In the web of a black valentine
He thought he could keep her, and so I released her; Surrendered what never was mine.
The faint scent of rose; the dreams that wont close; the sheets where we once lay entwined;
Are all I have left;
The rest has been swept across the abyss of time.
To die in the throws of the longing that grows;
To be with my black valentine.
Copyright ©
softerware
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2018-10-12 16:58:09] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Black Valentine
(User Rating: 1 ) by Invierno on
Friday, 12th October 2018 @ 08:10:47 PM AEST (User
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It is flawless. On reading the first line, I caught your /'/read flow/'/, and not once did the cadence stumble. And the content is darkly delicious. Absolutely one of your best. There is a company out there that would pay for that poem. It is one to build a campaign upon, for the right product.
It has my highest praise, Jaye.
Mike |
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Re: Black Valentine
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Saturday, 13th October 2018 @ 09:02:25 AM AEST (User
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she wasn/'/t the perfect beauty, but then, neither
was I, although she said I was.
Then, one night I could sleep, fully sleep besider
her, the wind swept through my dreams, I was
lost in the desert, she was by my side,
the whole time, never would she leave me behind.
Love was all these walls closing within
me, almost like a horror flick, where I could never
escape, not even if I wanted to.
Her love became sublime,
a restful, yet disastrous place,
filled with the truthfulness of love
I had never before thought I longed
for such, prior to that, I had never
longed for much of anything, as it were
I was only a stooge, a comedic straight
man, with utterances, like this,
"shouldn/'/t we require someone to teach
people how to know, what love is."
How could you do that, how could you
teach someone to take control over anything
or take something upon themselves.
I/'/m young where I work. I tell kids that people
who work in the scientific fields, that they work
hard only for the love of what they do. You could
pay them peanuts, almost, at least kind of.
Love is like that. It is a thankful enterprise.
Diamonds are cut for the carrots,
plaster of Paris, the holes in the walls
that require patching, and beauty, is a miracle
that all good people can see, if they look
hard. by the way, I am one handsome guy,
And I say that only because, I know.
Peace!
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Re: Black Valentine
(User Rating: 1 ) by Invierno on
Tuesday, 16th October 2018 @ 10:58:45 PM AEST (User
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Hard to believe only two comments on this work of art. You need to dumb it down, misspell some words and make it about clogged drains. .. that will pull some action from the current readership.
Mike |
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Re: Black Valentine
(User Rating: 1 ) by allforyou on
Wednesday, 7th November 2018 @ 07:54:27 PM AEST (User
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I think this is my favorite poem of all time... like written by anyone ever. Totally resonates deep within me. Love it. |
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