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Stung
Contributed by
manicmuze
on
Friday, 16th January 2004 @ 07:14:55 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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He injects his poison
I flinch, yet I want
Him oozing through my veins
Inching his way
Slowly
Until I’m taken
By forsaken means
Until he enters me
And a warm heat
In syrupy drips
Licks every curve, every crease
And I lose my balance
Lose my head
Lose my senses
Each lap, eases in
And I become more defenseless
The venom feeds
My eagerness, thickens
In my bloodstream
Like icing on a cinnamon sun
I'm gooey in the middle
Dripping and warm
Before him
—Stung
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2004-01-16 07:14:55]
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Re: Stung
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by Jellybellyprincess on
Friday, 16th January 2004 @ 09:01:35 AM AEST
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I love reading your poems for one main reason--- you can take something that's been put into verse so many times that it's worn out, and you'll reinvent it. I think this is a great example of that. You've brought a new perspective to the subject, and I think it's brilliant. Very well done.
God bless,
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Re: Stung
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by Necromant on
Friday, 16th January 2004 @ 09:21:03 AM AEST
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Oh very vivid! Wow! Such imagery! Very powerful poem! I like it!!
Anne :D |
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Re: Stung
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by ladyfawn on
Friday, 16th January 2004 @ 12:36:34 PM AEST
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| mmm wonderful:) hugs n' love nessa |
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Re: Stung
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by Cobalt on
Thursday, 29th January 2004 @ 05:52:35 PM AEST
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| Maybe it's just me but I read something extra into this.... I swear you meant for us to but... I could be wrong. I love your style. It's damn good. |
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