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as the black expands, encompassing
the car as we pass away
into the shadows where we'll stay.
(I'll always stay)

Surrender for the unspoken promise of tomorrow,
longing for past embraces, settle
for disgruntled mammals with glassy eyes
whose silence translates all his lies.
(They're all lies)

Empty spaces, empty air swept askew,
shattering restraining lids, wallow
back to reverberating tones carrying the load
and death calling at the side of the road.
(Find me on the road)

Water seeps against the fabric,
the stain of memory and sin, seeking
answer's comfort to once again be denied,
the ceiling's silence belies that I tried.
(I always tried)

Slithering blackness approaching,
clouding the mind in dreams of memory, intrusions
like lightning explode to shatter living trust.
Dream became flesh as I returned to dust.
(I was meant for the dust) [comments] => 5 [counter] => 185 [topic] => 13 [informant] => waos [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )

Meant For the Dust

Contributed by waos on Monday, 16th May 2005 @ 01:00:10 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

Exquisite death crying by the side of the road
as the black expands, encompassing
the car as we pass away
into the shadows where we'll stay.
(I'll always stay)

Surrender for the unspoken promise of tomorrow,
longing for past embraces, settle
for disgruntled mammals with glassy eyes
whose silence translates all his lies.
(They're all lies)

Empty spaces, empty air swept askew,
shattering restraining lids, wallow
back to reverberating tones carrying the load
and death calling at the side of the road.
(Find me on the road)

Water seeps against the fabric,
the stain of memory and sin, seeking
answer's comfort to once again be denied,
the ceiling's silence belies that I tried.
(I always tried)

Slithering blackness approaching,
clouding the mind in dreams of memory, intrusions
like lightning explode to shatter living trust.
Dream became flesh as I returned to dust.
(I was meant for the dust)

Copyright © waos ... [ 2005-05-16 01:00:10]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Meant For the Dust (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Monday, 16th May 2005 @ 01:22:17 AM AEST
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You've taken this write way further than creativity. Too call it a masterpeice isn't a word for this write.
It's deep down deep.
Very powerfull, thought provoking write.
huggs,
emy

Re: Meant For the Dust (User Rating: 1 )
by DorianChambers on Monday, 16th May 2005 @ 02:40:11 PM AEST
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Another beautiful and fruitful peice of writting . . .

Dorian Chambers

Re: Meant For the Dust (User Rating: 1 )
by bobotheclown on Tuesday, 17th May 2005 @ 12:15:50 AM AEST
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Wow this was good thanks for telling me you
posted it. I loved it all and was instantly drawn
into it by the first line. I enjoyed the last line in
each stanza and how it complimented the
last word in the previous line. This was a
poem that rises to the top of the heap.

Bobo (Joel)

Re: Meant For the Dust (User Rating: 1 )
by Blu on Thursday, 19th May 2005 @ 06:30:35 PM AEST
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Wow, very dark. I loved the imagery you employed. You're definitely a poet to watch for.

Blu

Re: Meant For the Dust (User Rating: 1 )
by harlot20 on Sunday, 10th July 2005 @ 07:35:17 AM AEST
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this was so enjoyable to read. some poems like this is hard to read and understand, but this one, it was so well done and nicely written and the layout was easy to read. good use of paragraphing

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