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L.I.F.E
Contributed by
DiNiO
on
Monday, 29th May 2006 @ 11:48:44 AM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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The tender limbs of time dance to a mocking beat As the sonnet of bravery relents to defeat Loves gentle bonnet flies on tainted wings As the flying soul of strong longing weeps The words I love you turn a bleeding heart to stone And fires to dying ashes Blooming flower blushing with the kiss of rain Then drooping with morbid acidic pain Bleeding souls take turn on the ferris wheel of no feeling As bitter cutters stare at a the blank world of the ceiling Butterfly wings blemished with pale weeping tears Morbid untold stories filled with undescribable fears Stakes of bitter dreams that gleam in the world of seething For disappointments have won over the fates unveiling Tender touches that turn a smile to a frown Bleeding awareness that start from the foot to the crown Rivers crashing against a bloody sea shore Words spilling from a mouth that cant take anymore Trembling emotions caught in the captivity of a mouth Whimpering thunder dancing on the flute of ignorance Perfect intentions burned out by the sting of insistence Nurtured on the breast of evils grin It had learned to dance the waltz of forbidence It sucked from the bottle of sin Ah life the cutting edge to all reason The jagged notes in a once was perfect song The son of temptation Born from the mother of all wrongs
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2006-05-29 11:48:44] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: L.I.F.E
(User Rating: 1 ) by ibelieve-dreamsonhorizon on
Monday, 29th May 2006 @ 04:07:52 PM AEST (User
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was it written when you were in a sudden rush of inspiration or was it carefully planned?
but either way it's a great poem |
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