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Array ( [sid] => 83409 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Dark Clock On A Hollow Wall [time] => 2005-02-07 19:18:33 [hometext] => Time displays our hours of life and death. This poem reflects that. [bodytext] => My heart.
It bleeds for you.
Encasing this red stigmata over me.
I breathe deep of your perfume.
It feels my soul with relief.
Each tickless second ticks by.
The round ke on the wall unlocks and winds.
The finers point at the steely teeth.
While this gaping whole in my chess ceases beating.
I gaze in awe on how this death device works.
My eyes lay blank and stare on the table.
Up at this marvelous wonder.
The hands unwind and retwine.
In knowing that I can never have the second that just passed back again.
That noise that it makes when the fingers point.
That irritating noise that transfixes me upon contact.
That same little noise that started it all. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 227 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Mortis-Dark [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )

Dark Clock On A Hollow Wall

Contributed by Mortis-Dark on Monday, 7th February 2005 @ 07:18:33 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

My heart.
It bleeds for you.
Encasing this red stigmata over me.
I breathe deep of your perfume.
It feels my soul with relief.
Each tickless second ticks by.
The round ke on the wall unlocks and winds.
The finers point at the steely teeth.
While this gaping whole in my chess ceases beating.
I gaze in awe on how this death device works.
My eyes lay blank and stare on the table.
Up at this marvelous wonder.
The hands unwind and retwine.
In knowing that I can never have the second that just passed back again.
That noise that it makes when the fingers point.
That irritating noise that transfixes me upon contact.
That same little noise that started it all.

Copyright © Mortis-Dark ... [ 2005-02-07 19:18:33]
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Re: Dark Clock On A Hollow Wall (User Rating: 1 )
by wolfman on Monday, 7th February 2005 @ 07:32:16 PM AEST
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true that as time passes we loss more of our life to the ever ticking clock but as it passes we get wiser and more aprisative of the time we have, better to learn that now then to late charish ever moment as the last for no man knows his/her end that is the driving force of life not know when it will be your last so dont hold back give life your all and see where it takes you.

This was a good poem I have yeat to have read one like this, very good the ticking of life does drive one mad if you let it just know that it will some day stop and think of what you havent done then go out and do it. I did like this one please do post again. God bless.

wolfman

Re: Dark Clock On A Hollow Wall (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 7th February 2005 @ 11:17:38 PM AEST
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It needs rhythem... and has to come from within...but the word pitcures are good.....

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