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Dismembered Dreams
Contributed by
kels497
on
Monday, 17th March 2003 @ 11:20:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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The night is drowned
in mismatched sounds
Slow rumbles of distant thumder
Inbetween the spattering raindrops falling
The soft plucking of the clock's pendant
tires racing
through ebony puddles on the asphalt
but others are lurking
fleeting thoughts
the damning beat of your own heart
shadows of monsters
from the darkened caves of your mind
pictures of reality
strangled in a web of unsurfaced horrors
foreboding and irresistible
As it consumes us all
before the end
Copyright ©
kels497
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2003-03-17 11:20:00]
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Re: Dismembered Dreams
(User Rating: 1 )
by Varro on
Monday, 17th March 2003 @ 01:26:48 PM AEST
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This has all the earmarks of someone afraid of the dark. It's tantalizing in its imagery with a struggle of this individual trying to cope with his(her) own fears. This is my interpretation. This is subtle, mysterious and leaves one to ponder the meaning. Good mystery.
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Re: Dismembered Dreams
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by Wrybod on
Sunday, 6th April 2003 @ 06:54:07 PM AEST
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In my case it's the same old monsters every time. So I get up, make a drink and they all go away. Or........I dream up an awful fate for them
and enjoy watching them perish.
How about you write another good one along those lines.
If you don't....... I think I will. |
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Re: Dismembered Dreams
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by Wrybod on
Sunday, 6th April 2003 @ 06:55:14 PM AEST
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In my case it's the same old monsters every time. So I get up, make a drink and they all go away. Or........I dream up an awful fate for them
and enjoy watching them perish.
How about you write another good one along those lines.
If you don't....... I think I will. |
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