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Dead Butterflies.
Contributed by
GemmaLouiseRose
on
Monday, 13th August 2007 @ 01:47:41 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Crying
it doesnt offer much,
and bleeding
doesnt give that satisfaction
these days,
those days are dead and buried..
like i should be.
How my heart used to beat, when i rang at your door
the smile that once visited my face when id pick up the phone.
those smiles are dead and buried.
like i should be.
Burn everything, destroy everything.
I was always good at that.
I cant eat.
Im full.
My stomach..
its full of our dead butterflies.
Copyright ©
GemmaLouiseRose
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2007-08-13 01:47:41]
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Re: Dead Butterflies.
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by Former_Member on
Monday, 13th August 2007 @ 09:56:32 AM AEST
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i love dark poems, this one no exception. i truly loved it...just..beautiful. truly, darkly beautiful. no other way to say it.
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Re: Dead Butterflies.
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by deadheadpoet on
Tuesday, 14th August 2007 @ 04:06:00 AM AEST
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The title caught me up because it sounded so sad. Butterflies.... usually a meaning for freedom. But these butterflies are dead. This was a dark and richly woven piece. I feel the intense loneliness and pain. The last lines...
"My stomach..
its full of our dead butterflies"
whoa...that really got me.
Peace,
Laura |
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