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Medical game
Contributed by
Dimitriand
on
Saturday, 14th March 2015 @ 10:11:54 AM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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Maze, white tread, fabric from the streets,
In the city of your heart i was the prince and priest,
Now i am scared like a little kid,
The dragons aliens around like to eat,
Passions what destroy our first love and friendship,
Flames dark on the houses open own pale wings,
Help arrive maybe by rain of tears,
Do you understand i have not three cheeks,
When i feel on my face your fist,
But without any evil was our promises by rings,
And marriage's kiss,
Why now we play this mortal tennis?,
Dame Death train Eve like a lesbian missis,
It is the idol of your narcissism,
Your parasitic fix,
I stay with my dignity before you on my knees
No, no, no, suicide not, please!
The medicine like my alternative gift
For you who are sick
And against this "malign desease"...
Copyright ©
Dimitriand
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2015-03-14 10:11:54]
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Re: Medical game
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by xHeathenx on
Sunday, 15th March 2015 @ 02:11:15 AM AEST
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| How, it wasn't until i read it all that the beginning made sense, but I must say this is really powerful. Love the imagery. I saw no dragon, nor aliens, but I saw a fire coming from a chimney, that had extended up and opened as wings, as a humanoid flame-monster had come to a stand, carrying a sword(it would fit the poem's sentiment should it be double-edged.). I definitely have to say I'm enjoying the depth and wording used here. I love that of which is abstract, especially such as the beginning, because at first it makes no sense, sounds nonsensical until the missing pieces are found. :) |
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