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Zen Again...
Contributed by
jigget
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Friday, 28th November 2014 @ 02:16:28 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Zen Again
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my shiny dripping stickpin smile
my burning yellow tears of bile
my bleeding bones in a skinless pile
my breath held prisoner all the while
my laugh runs ragged and prays to die
my gut tells me it's always lied
my halo; hollow. my wings are tied
my devi persists. my god won't even try
my madness makes a murder list
my fingers curl into a fist
my skin peels back in blistered twists
my grin grows teeth and eats your kiss
my future passed me yesterday
my hope was lost in a clouded daze
my chance at choice I chased away
my anger knows that i'm to blame
my blood runs thick and tears betray
my eyes see only shades of gray
my nightmares frighten every day
my simple life slip, slips away
my shallow soul the devil scorned
my death by wicked thunderstorm
my life-long love was never born
my tomb fits nice. my casket's warm.
J.D. Howell
augustOF eleven
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2014-11-28 02:16:28]
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Re: Zen Again...
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by hauntedscorp on
Friday, 28th November 2014 @ 01:27:24 PM AEST
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This is excellent. One of the best addiction poems I've ever read. I see nothing came of the words you asked me to give you...No matter. You got this dialled.
Don't give up on yourself.
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Re: Zen Again...
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by deadreckoning1983 on
Saturday, 6th December 2014 @ 08:28:36 PM AEST
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I thought I commented on this one already. No matter, this is a great poem and conveyed your thoughts very well. every stanza is like a mini masterpiece.
my madness makes a murder list
my fingers curl into a fist
my skin peels back in blistered twists
my grin grows teeth and eats your kiss
really loved this one though |
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