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Array ( [sid] => 64008 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Gothic Dagger [time] => 2004-09-16 18:51:34 [hometext] => [bodytext] => A floating bubble,
popped by dissillusions.
A memory faded,
erased by hallucinations.
A person that no one's seen before.
A gothic princess
with an aura of white.
A shaken can,
explodes with grief.
Who are you?
Pushed below the surface.
The princess shakes loose
of criticism.
Picks up her dagger
and slashes
the sky wide open.
All disbelief ever not
believed pours
through like a shower of tears.
Everyone wake up!!!
Your life is shattered.
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
and you like an idiot,
knowing the story;
sat beside him.
Down you fall into a spinning
pit of extremes.
What were you expecting??
Whipped cream?!?!
Stop reading the words
and read between the lines!
The sun isn't going to shine forever,
stop depending on Mother Nature,
use your own two feet.

The Gothic princess dressed in black-
Isis bless us, she's wearing black.
Sweeps the angel off her feet
kissing her cheek tenderly.
The angel collapses into a shrew.
So small,
the full moon can't reach her.
Reminds us of a person,
that used to be you.
Pretending to be her,
when your you!!!
It's a small world get up and go look for yourself. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 173 [topic] => 48 [informant] => Sirena_Degana [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
Gothic Dagger

Contributed by Sirena_Degana on Thursday, 16th September 2004 @ 06:51:34 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry



A floating bubble,
popped by dissillusions.
A memory faded,
erased by hallucinations.
A person that no one's seen before.
A gothic princess
with an aura of white.
A shaken can,
explodes with grief.
Who are you?
Pushed below the surface.
The princess shakes loose
of criticism.
Picks up her dagger
and slashes
the sky wide open.
All disbelief ever not
believed pours
through like a shower of tears.
Everyone wake up!!!
Your life is shattered.
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
and you like an idiot,
knowing the story;
sat beside him.
Down you fall into a spinning
pit of extremes.
What were you expecting??
Whipped cream?!?!
Stop reading the words
and read between the lines!
The sun isn't going to shine forever,
stop depending on Mother Nature,
use your own two feet.

The Gothic princess dressed in black-
Isis bless us, she's wearing black.
Sweeps the angel off her feet
kissing her cheek tenderly.
The angel collapses into a shrew.
So small,
the full moon can't reach her.
Reminds us of a person,
that used to be you.
Pretending to be her,
when your you!!!
It's a small world get up and go look for yourself.




Copyright © Sirena_Degana ... [ 2004-09-16 18:51:34]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: Gothic Dagger (User Rating: 1 )
by waos on Thursday, 16th September 2004 @ 07:31:17 PM AEST
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I liked that, I thought you had some excellent imagery in it.. and the majority of it flowed well and was well thought out.

Good job.

~Jekyll/waos


Re: Gothic Dagger (User Rating: 1 )
by Alina on Thursday, 16th September 2004 @ 07:33:23 PM AEST
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I feel this poem has an underlying meaning that I just can't quite make clear. Wonderful and beautifully written. Mysterious and Inspiring. I love your use of a somewhat scheme of metaphorical descriptions.
ALINA


Re: Gothic Dagger (User Rating: 1 )
by Pyrofungus on Thursday, 16th September 2004 @ 07:44:37 PM AEST
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Wow...incredible imagery....so much truth to this....so much that many do not see...

great poem!
please comment on my work too
summer




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